#'THIS IS A VERY SERIOUS AU' i say as i write nothing but crack for it

[mayaree-darling]

Hi i've been binging some of your fics recently and im in love! I saw that you had requests open so I was wondering if you could do scaramouche x fem reader but where reader dresses in jojifuku or other known as cutecore and scaramouche dresses in a baggy 'cool' way and reader gets made fun of for dressing differently?

of scary dog privileges & matcha lattes // scaramouche (modern au)

pairing: Scaramouche x Cutecore!Reader

synopsis: look, you may be a cute ball of pastels that can test scaramouche's patience, but you're HIS cute pastel lover. but if anyone messes with you, it's okay - his hands were made to be thrown.

from aree: for @amia-69: thanks for requesting and i hope this was satisfactory. i had too much fun with this so i hope you don't mind if it's a tad long with more scenes than you requested. i also made this a bit more feel-good by being a little silly but it��s still mostly serious, i hope you don't mind!

content: slight stalking and bullying scenario (be warned if triggering); very annoyed Scara means swearing; i'm in silly writer mode rn so this is a mix of crack and serious writing; slightly unhinged reader but hey so is scaramouche; praying this ain't OOC; fully accepted this is cringe; fem reader

fic length: 4k~ (unedited)

Scaramouche isn't dumb. He can tell anyone who sees him is asking it in their head.

How the fuck did you two end up together?

There was nothing soft looking about him besides the hair he inherited from his mother. He was his mother but with sharper lines, edges, and words. His eyes were almost a permanent glare if he didn't look bored or annoyed at everyone and everything. He always seemed to wear dark clothing, accompanied by the right amount of chains or belts here and there to complete the look, but they suited him nicely. If anything, he wore them best than most. If he wore anything less than clothes that didn't hang off his body  he looked uncomfortable. Didn't mean he didn't hear enough older people talking about his choice of clothes though.

So when he first stood next to you on the fruits and vegetables aisle at the grocery store, he realized how you two stood at different ends of the fashion spectrum. He was there with his mother for their weekly food restock and ended up getting left behind when he went to check something on his phone (typical. How may times had this happened?) When he blinked, gone was his mom, and there beside him stood you, looking at a bunch of melons.

"This shit's overpriced, the hell." you grumble it under your breath, but Scaramouche heard it loud and clear. The snort he lets out isn't unnoticed by you and you turn to him, eyebrows raised. You look at him up and down before your eyes land back to his, and he frowns.

Goddamn it, here we go. He's heard his mom talk his ear off about the clothes this morning and he wasn't gonna hear it from anyone else. He opens his mouth, ready to cuss you to next Tuesday, but you beat him to it.

"I like the eyeliner," Scaramouche stares at you incredulously, and almost as a final nail into the coffin that he heard you right, you nod in approval. You tilt your head to the side. "I gotta say though. I think eyeshadow would look a lot better. Maybe... red? Just a bit at the corners. It would look a lot nice with your eye color and would make them pop considering you wear a lot of dark shades."

Scaramouche gapes at you. He's used to getting cussed out or getting the occasional talking to about his choices in life, but fashion advice was the last thing he expected to get from some stranger in the fruits aisle.

"Thanks..." he eventually lets out. He finally takes a moment to look you up and down and wonders how the hell did he not notice you sooner when you stood out from everything like a sore thumb.

Scaramouche didn't know there were so many shades of pink in the world. Or maybe he never noticed since he never wore clothes like that, and if he was honest, he spent time with people who didn't wear that color at all. Seeing it now was like a jumpscare, just a lot softer considering it's not like you posed any actual threat but slightly still as surprising considering people randomly approaching him first was so rare. If you weren't wearing a shade of pink, you were wearing some pastel shade of another color. Pastel blue, pastel purple, white lace here and there. The skirt you wore was so frilly you looked like you were walking around with a pink cloud. You looked... soft. That was the best summary Scaramouche could put together in the amount of time he gave you a once over.

You looked like everything he was not.

"I like... the frills," he inwardly cringed the moment he said it, but he ended up just frowning at you. It was your damn fault for putting him in this position in the first place so why the hell was he the one suffering. It's not his fault he wasn't good at giving other people compliments.

You laugh, and Scaramouche wasn't sure whether he should be glad you didn't take it to heart or be offended that he actually tried his best to give you a compliment only to be shot down. "It's okay. You don't have to force yourself."

Scaramouche just frowned deeper. Now it feels like you're saying he can't give out a compliment at all. He looks you up and down again and just says what comes to his head on the spot. "You look like the cotton candy sold at the fair across the street. Actually, I think you're a lot more pink than that stuff, but still lighter? Can't tell accurately with how many shades you got going on."

He must've said something good enough for you because you're grinning at him the next second. "That's one of the nicer ones people have said to me."

Scaramouche looks at you in disbelief. "How is that even remotely nice?"

"Well, for one, I know you mean that sincerely. Second, I'll have you know I worked hard to get pretty vibrant pinks that weren't too hard on the eyes, so thanks for confirming that!"

"You made that?" You nod, and Scaramouche nods back slowly in approval, actually impressed. "Not bad."

Your eyes land on his watch and you jolt, looking at the time on your phone. You pick a random melon even when he sees you scowl at the price tag and put it into your basket. Nodding once more to him, you turn around and leave. But as he watches you round the corner, you're running back to his side once more before he can even turn away. The sudden look of alarm on your face, so different from the grin and laughter you had on earlier, immediately has him on edge.

"Please help me," you whisper, but there was no one else in the aisle besides a mother and her baby at the far end. He frowns and looks to the side.

"Do I look like I help people." it came out harsher than he intended, but didn't he give you more than he was already willing to give any other stranger? Now you were just taking advantage of him.

"I need a scary dog right now," you said it so casually and seriously he wasn't sure he heard you right. But your voice echoed correctly in his head and he actually takes a step away from you, face incredulous.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" he scoffs, not sure if he was supposed to be offended or it was a compliment from you in some weird way. "The pet shop is right next door. Go get a dog there."

"Please. You know what I mean." you look at him pleadingly and he looks away. No, no, he was not gonna break first. This wasn't his business to deal with. He's done enough for people for the day. Nope.

"Again, go look for that somewhere else. Don't you have a boyfriend to help with this kinda thing?"

You roll your eyes and Scaramouche has half a mind to smack you silly. "If I did, you think I'd be going up to strangers for help?"

"So this is a regular thing, huh?" he takes a step back and you take a step towards him.

"Of course not, you expect this kinda thing to happen sometimes. But I don't want to hide away just ‘cause some people couldn't stay away and mind their own damn business," you shuffle from one foot to another. You cast a hesitant look behind you. His eyes follow.

"What are you even-" he stops. In the corner where he last saw you turn, a hooded man hovered over the bread aisle. For a shelf that only had five pieces of loaves left he was taking his time picking, so that only meant one thing. Scaramouche watched as the man glanced over once in your direction before seemingly turning back to the bread with fake focus.

"I thought I was imagining it. But he’s giving me the evil eyes," your voice is a whisper again.

That's unpleasant. Scaramouche straightened his posture and looked at you directly. If it's a scary dog you needed then so be it.

"What are you waiting for, then?" his voice was loud, not enough to be too distracting, but enough to carry over to the asshole who decided to be a creep for the day. Scaramouche kept his eyes on you. "You need anything else? I got the car running. Let's go if you're ready."

You look up at him like he was a fucking hero and Scaramouche all but does his best to not look as pompous as he felt. He sees the guy step back a little from his view, most likely thinking twice about following you when you're suddenly with company. He all but stares the fucker down until he leaves his line of sight.

Scaramouche breathes a short sigh of relief and he sees you do the same. He wanted to leave it at that, but if the guy was planning to follow you around the mall, he'd probably stick around a bit more. So fucking annoying. Not you, though. Although you were a bit annoying, you've probably been through more today than he had. He takes your wrist lightly.

"Where to next? I have family waiting outside."

You smile, relaxed and familiar. He holds your wrist, but you guide him around the store for a few other things before heading to the counter. When you leave the shop, plastic bags in hand, he motions for you to head to the parking lot and you follow albeit hesitantly, only visibly relaxing when you see a woman standing by a car who looks eerily similar to your rescuer.

"Oh? You have a friend." Scaramouche bites back the retort that almost slips past his lips. What did she mean by that? Of course he had friends. He'd never introduce them to her and her to them but he preferred keeping those two sides of his life away from each other.

"She had a bit of a problem and needed some help," she looks at you once and back to him. She gives him a knowing look but Scaramouche could swear on his grave that what she was thinking was vastly different from what was really going on.

"I see. Will your friend be joining us for dinner?" she looks at you with a soft smile and you return it. Scaramouche has half a mind to facepalm himself, he thanks what shred of patience he has left that he doesn't because you give him a glance.

"Thank you for the offer, but I should really be heading home," you turn to him fully and take the plastic bags from him. "Thanks for... helping me."

He opens his mouth but before he can say anything, you give him a knowing nod before quickly walking away. He watches you walk a few paces before he hears his mom clear her throat. He looks to her, already scowling.

"Don't tell me you're just gonna let her go like that?"

"What do you want me to do?"

Ei sighs. "At least make sure she gets a ride? If you walked her all the way over here, I can guess you wanted to give her a ride home. But that's out of the question now."

"Why are you so invested in this anyway? I just met her today."

"Oh, really? I thought you already knew each other." Ei hums as she rummages her purse for the keys. "You look like a pair. Not quite sure what kind, but definitely a pair of something. I think she’s rather cute."

He curses silently before jogging to catch up to you. He finds you standing by the bus stop. When you turn to him, you smile.

"Thanks for helping me again."

"You know I was planning on dropping you off at your place, right? Thought that was kinda clear with what I said at the grocery."

"Nah. I'd bothered you enough. Don't wanna bother your sister either." you grin at him, shuffling from foot to foot again, now with a pep in your step.

"First off, that was my mom, not my sister." you repeat the word 'mom' silently before looking at him with barely suppressed admiration, and Scaramouche barely holds himself back from groaning. "Second, it's fine. You're not scared that guy's gonna follow you home?"

"I'll be in a bus full of people. If he tries anything I'll scream my head off." you laugh. Scaramouche can hear a shred of doubt in your voice, but he doesn't say anything else. There's a pause of silence before you look at him from the corner of your eye and hum. "Y'know. I don't know how to properly thank you."

He waves you off. "Forget about it."

"How about I treat you?" you turn to him fully, like he just didn't brush you off. "I know a cafe by the train station that makes really good matcha lattes."

"What makes you think I even like matcha?" he sighs, but he thinks about it for a second. And then another second. Scaramouche blinks before he turns to you with a deadpan face. "You're just trying to take advantage of my scary dog privilege or whatever you call it."

"Maybe? Who knows?"you grin mischievously. "I'm serious about treating you to a meal, though. I owe you one. If you want you can just take the meal and forget about ever seeing me again."

Scaramouche sighs. Surely, it wouldn't hurt...?

"Alright then. When's our date?" You blink at him in surprise before laughing.

When people ask him how you two got together, he says you treated him to matcha for saving your life and you just hit it off. When they ask you to confirm, you excitedly show a picture of the two of you in the cafe of your first date. Should anyone try to mention the foam of milk from the matcha latte gathered around the top of his lips or the cat ears you had graciously edited onto the top of his head, Scaramouche is quick to silence them with a murderous look, almost the very same one he has on in the picture.

Some might think why doesn’t he just ask you to stop showing the photo to people? It’s enough for you to confirm that you got together over drinks, end of story. But as he watches and listens to you recount how you met again, the smile on your lips and the laughter that slips past and the grin as you show all the pictures - he can’t imagine saying no.

Why would he make you stop when you’re so happy?

That’s what he thinks now, as he sees the frown on your face.

He thought people already understood. He let you tell the story over and over even though it got on his nerves time and time again because it made you happy, yes, but also so people saw who they were messing with if they ever even thought of messing with you. This city was a small one - if people didn’t know him from his mother, they surely have heard of him and his friends. This city was the kind where word travelled fast if you were even in any social circle. If not for that, they would have surely seen him walking around with you with all the places you wanted to see.

He underestimated how dumb people could be.

matcha | are you close? Scary Dog <3 | give me a couple of minutes. Just got out the bus matcha | ok | um not to pressure u | can you hurry | just a bit | sorry

Scaramouche rolled his eyes before frowning. He pocketed his phone and all but jogged to the park. From a distance, he could see two guys in front of the bench he was sure was where you were supposed to meet. It was the bench he and you stopped at to exchange numbers, so it became a place that meant a lot to you. When he was close, the group of guys looked at his direction, snickering, before heading to the next bench over. Finally, he has a perfect view of you, your head down, holding on to your drink and phone like a lifeline. His drink almost lay forgotten beside you.

He quickly grabbed the drink from your side and sat beside you. From the corner of his eye, he can see the group of guys stealing glances at the both of you, not even trying to hide their laughter and sneers. He’s gripping his drink almost as hard as you were.

“You’re here,” you smile at him, but as quickly as it’s on your face it drops back to a wobbly frown and you look away. “Sorry if I made you hurry, I-”

“What happened? Did they do anything to you?” his voice comes out in a rush but it’s soft, as comforting as he can muster with the situation at hand. He can feel his blood boiling, his senses on high alert.

“No, no, they were just being mean and annoying and I-” you shakily pocket your phone and hold on to his hand. He can feel you shaking and he grit his teeth.

“What did they do? What the fuck did they say?” he was gripping onto the cup so tight he would’ve been surprised that it hadn’t broken yet if he wasn’t so focused on you.

“Nothing important.” he squeezes your hand, not enough to hurt, but to make sure you know that he’s here now. You didn’t need to hide anything from him. You just need to tell him. You look up at him and purse your lips. “They just said-”

He hears laughter and immediately whips his head towards the two guys, feeling absolutely feral. The closest one sitting on the edge of the bench flinches for a second, before he meets his glare with a sneer.

“I was wondering what kind of parents would leave their little princess walking around alone like that,” the guy smirks and Scaramouche can feel you flinch under his touch. “But another kid just showed up to pick them up. Where are your parents, kiddies?”

The two guys laugh and Scaramouche can feel his teeth crack with how hard he was biting down. He stands up but you hold on to his hand.

“Just let it go. Let’s just get out of here.” you mumble to him, but the guys heard perfectly.

“Let’s just get out of here~” the other guy copies your voice, all high pitched and mocking and everything that Scaramouche knew you were very much not. “She dresses like a little princess and sounds like one. Aren’t you too old for that?”

They howl with laughter and slowly, Scaramouche feels you let go of him. He looks to you, concerned, but you meet his eyes, your face blank but he knows that look.

Go for it.

With quick strides he’s right beside their bench. They stop for a moment to look at him.

He looks at the matcha latte in his hand and sighs.

What a waste of a drink. You got it for him, too.

“What are you- ARGH!” Scaramouche shakes the cup empty of all it’s content, making sure that each of the guys’ heads had at least a bit of the matcha drink. But Scaramouche was sure he got them both - it was a large drink, after all.

“Pick on someone your own size, you lil’-” the man closest to him goes to stand, but just as he does, Scaramouche raises his own leg and drives a kick right on his knees.

*CRACK*

The man screams in pain, forced to his knees and tending to his newly acquired wound. The other guy stands to try and help, but his form quickly falters as Scaramouche takes one step towards him, eyes blazing. The man doesn’t move, too frightened, as Scaramouche leans down to the man on the ground.

“There you go. Now we’re the same height.”

Scaramouche feels a pull on the back of his shirt and he’s ready to throw his arm back to punch when he sees you. He lets you pull him and you make a break for it as he hears the man crying in pain behind him.

Trees turn to buildings around you both as you leave the park and head to the city center, stopping only when you’re sure the coast is clear. You both take in large breaths of air after running for so long, but even the silence does nothing to make him realize the gravity of what just happened. That’s not the case for you, though.

“Oh, God, I didn’t think you’d do that. The drink, yeah, but...” you say between breaths. You take a shaky laugh and rub the back of your neck. “Was the kick really necessary, though?”

Was that necessary? Scaramouche knew the answer for himself. He walks closer to you.

Why would he let anyone destroy whatever you two had going on? You came as a pair.

"Scara, what are you-" he stops in his tracks and looks you in the eyes. There's a pause before he lifts his hand and flicks your forehead.

"Talk smack, get whacked."

"I didn't even say anything! And why are you hitting me?!"

There’s a pause as he runs his teeth over his lower lip.

“Hey… you.”

“Wow, I thought by now you knew my name,” you sneer at him. “You telling me you still don’t know it?”

He inhales before he says your name softly. You gape at him, suddenly aware of how serious he’s gotten. “You’re happy with… yourself, right…?”

“Of course I am. That’s not even worth asking about,” there’s a doubtful look on your face, but not because of your answer. Your apprehension stems from where this conversation was going.

“Keep being happy, then.” Scaramouche rubs the knuckles of your hand with his thumb before pressing a kiss to your palm. He smirks at you. “If anyone else says otherwise, a drink over their head and broken kneecaps are the least of their concerns.”

“Now, come on,” he doesn’t let go of your hand and you make no mention of it. “We still gotta stop by Nahida’s, right?”

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❀BONUS❀

“Your mom’s gonna kill us when she finds out what you did.”

“Nah. She’d be fine with it.” Scaramouche scoffs.

“Find out what?” Ei appears by the kitchen doorway and looks at you both expectantly. You turn to Scaramouche, eyes wide with fear, but he doesn’t flinch or even stop chopping the melon.

“I poured a drink over some guy who said Matcha was acting too much like a kid,” Scaramouche answers easily, passing you a melon slice. “Also might have broken their knee, but we didn’t get to see.”

“I’m really sorry, Ms. Ei-”

“That’s it?” Ei leans on the kitchen counter and to your surprise, looks at Scaramouche with disappointment. “You should’ve broken a bone or two more.”

You blink as they continue talking about how best to have handled the situation; all their solutions involved hurting someone.

Well, you guess Scaramouche must have had to got it from someone in the family.

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Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and belong to their respective creators. Their portrayal is merely my own interpretation of them and may not be accurate to their intended characterization. I stake no claim to the original works, only to the ideas and plot of the fictitious stories I’ve written them into.

[random-potat]

and they were roommates - kjs. - pt. 4

part 4. moving in (wc. 456)

Packing your belongings that's enough for six weeks in forty-five minutes is definitely easier said than done, but alas, it is not completely impossible. Honestly, you can't really tell if you are overpacked or underpacked. What mattered most was that Bada didn't kill you for procrastinating.

With five minutes to spare, you rush down to the parking lot to store your luggage in the trunk of the car.

The rest of your members come down to say goodbye. Let's just say the dramatics were turned on, that's for sure. 

“I'm surprised you actually packed quickly,” your leader says. 

“What can I say? I'm serious about my cookie dough.” 

"I can't believe you’re leaving me behind,” Ria dramatically wails. 

Rolling your eyes, you pull her in for a hug. “It’s not like I’m permanently moving; I’ll be gone for like six weeks.” You pat Ria’s back and say, "Plus, we’ll still see each other for practice.” 

“That’s only if there is something to practice for.” Eunwoo interrupts, hugging the two of you. 

Bada lovingly pinches Eunwoo. “Don't say that, Eunwoo, we still have festivals to practice for,” Bada says as she joins in the group hug. 

“As much as I would hate to break this group moment, we really have to go now, YN,” manager Woo interrupts. 

After saying what seems to be but isn’t really your final goodbyes to your group members, you head into the car for a long one and a half-hour drive away from the city.

After a long ride that only involved sleeping, you arrive outside of the shared villa that you’ll eventually be sharing with five other people, who also happen to be idols. “Can’t wait to get cancelled,” you thought. 

Manager Woo begins to give you a quick debrief of what is going to happen.  

“Everything is already set up in the house. The producers will be in the hallway guiding you where to go, and you guys will all be entering individually.”

“Wow, this is some Love Island-type shit. Minus the love part,” you quickly look around your surroundings, “and the island,” you respond.

Manager Woo gives you a stern look and says, "After that, everything is going to be directed by the producer. Schedules will be sent to you like normal, but most things won’t interrupt the filming for this show.

You nod your head.

Manager Woo gave a small smile, "Just enjoy the experience, don’t take everything too seriously, okay?”

"Sir, yes, sir.” You send a mocking salute.

Getting out of the car and dragging your luggage towards the house, you take a deep breath in and out. “Of course I’m the first one going in. Well, here goes nothing. A hot new bombshell enters the villa.”

a/n: very subtle love island references cause that was my hyperfixation when i was writing this in the summer :p but other than that hope you guys are enjoying it so far. really just creating this as i go but i do have ideas that i know i want to be in the story, so we'll just have to see where this ends up lmao!! also school has officially started as im posting this so that's really fun :)) much more writing to do although essays aren't fun

synopsis: With long-time K-pop fans asking for another season of the infamous variety show We Got Married, MBC brings it back with a spin-off, We Became Roommates. As a way to bring K-pop fans together, the first season involves six idols born in 2005. With seeing each other every day, doing missions for every episode, making memories, and fans watching and shipping, blossoming friendships and a bubbling romance can't be helped. pairing: idol!jongseob x fem idol!reader genre: idol au, crack, fluff, humour, coworkers to friends to lovers

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[avonne-writes]

Hi! I want to start by saying that I love your writing, it's well-planned and easy to follow, but captivating and detailed at the same time, and I've spent so much time rereading your works that it's honestly embarassing, but I can't help myself, because each time I find some other detail to focus on, which makes it all worthwhile.

But I wanted to ask about your HS AU - specifically about the other canon characters from MOTA. I remember you mentioned that they (Brady, Benny, Curt, and all the others) don't know the severity of Gale's home situation, only that he spends a lot of time at Bucky's. But they surely had to notice something? Especially after the events of "Broken Things"? Maybe they didn't know about the situation in details, but if the boys (or just Gale) missed school in that period of 10 days between "Broken Things" and "Silence", they must have asked questions? They must have sent messages to both of them? Maybe Gale and John tried to cover it with an illness or a roadtrip or something, but there must have been times, after he came back to school, when he didn't feel quite like himself, and when Bucky was visibly distraught when Gale wasn't near or when he was more quiet than usual, etc. Sorry for rambling, I'm just very curious, in general, if they ever suspected something, or how Gale and John handled that at school, with their closest friends?

For satisfying my curiosity, thanks in advance <3

Hi dear, thank you for the ask! ❤️ Nothing makes me happier than to hear that you guys are enjoying my stories. These were great questions!

Gradually, their friends became more aware of Gale's family issues as Gale's mental health started to deteriorate before Broken Things. They put two and two together and filled the gaps - sometimes incorrectly - with their own assumptions.

When Gale cracks, there's no hiding it, but Gale and Bucky try not to share how bad it got.

Bucky goes back to school on day 2 after it happens but Gale is absent for a few more days. Their friends can already tell from Bucky’s agitated, sleep-deprived, unusually quiet behaviour that something is very wrong. To their questions, he just says that Gale is away because of family issues.

Some of the boys message Gale, but Gale brushes them off. He pretends it's a much less serious issue than it actually is.

When Gale comes back to school, their friends are ready to move on and carry on as usual, but they can tell that Gale is not okay. He goes through all the motions but his and Bucky's interactions give it away, because they're not as playful as usual. Constant worried looks from Bucky, half-embraces that look more protective than possessive, quiet affection instead of over the top flirting.

The boys are all texting each other separately to discuss what's going on. Bucky told one of them that Gale moved in with him, Gale told someone else that he just didn't want to feel anything anymore.

It's Curt who eventually takes the plunge, texts Gale and finds a way to stir the conversation to what happened, and then he doesn’t let up. He tells Gale that they're his friends and worry about him.

This is all through text, which is lucky for Curt because that's why Gale is eventually able to open up a bit. He says that he considered taking his life and that's why he needed things to change. He still paints a less severe picture than reality, but it's better than nothing. He gives Curt permission to tell the others but also says he doesn’t want to talk about it.

The issues John and Gale struggle with for the rest of Year 12 affect their friend group negatively. With some other things (like new girlfriends, university plans etc.) also pulling them away, it becomes less tight-knit than it used to be, and they don't hang out as often as in the past. Their paths diverge, and it's mostly just Bucky-Curt and Bucky-Brady who stay in touch regularly after high school.

[loveandmurders]

hii! soo i love your sister sinclair stories so much! and idk if this was done already but i’d love to see what u think the brothers would do if their sister got hurt throughout the years like she gets a scrape on her knee when she was little and as a teen/young adult she gets cut or sprains her ankle? i just love seeing the protective brothers getting all terrified over the thought of her getting hurt <33

Hello there! 

It’s always so much fun to write for this AU, so I really hope you’ll enjoy this <3

NO ONE HURTS OUR BABY SISTER

Warnings: abusive family (I mean it), children fighting, mention of a child going missing, slight physical damages and pain (reader) but nothing serious, mention of violence, anger, and murders.

Childhood:

Your mother needed to work on her latest creations. But for that, she really really needed some calm, and it was very hard to achieve this with four kids. That was why she tried to have all her children out of the way for one day. She was just so tired of you all, of your screams, of taking care of you. She had asked Vincent and Bo to look after you and Lester for this day out of the house. It was in the rare moment Bo was feeling too responsible to let his anger explode. He had to be good for his baby siblings. 

The four of you found yourselves in the street, playing with the neighbours’ kids. You thought it was a fun day, you enjoyed having all your brothers playing with you and some other kids. For once, even Vincent was welcomed to play and even if he was doing his best to hide his face, he was enjoying himself and you knew it. You were really happy, and to be allowed to be out of the house the whole day was giving you a true sense of freedom. It was the best day ever.

Until one kid pushed you and made you fall on the hard ground. He thought you had cheated and it annoyed him. You stood your ground, saying you were just better than him. He didn’t like it and he roughly threw you on the floor before your brothers could do anything about it. You started to cry as you hurt your knees and the palm of your hands in the fall. Lester knelt by your side, to both comfort you and look after your little wounds. The twins instantly went angry and they started to yell at the boy who made you fall and then at the other kids who tried to defend him. A general fight started.

You stopped crying when you noticed the chaos surrounding you and how your brothers were ready to destroy those kids for having dared hurt you. You stood up, despite the pain you felt and you ran to your brothers to stop them before they could do something your parents wouldn’t be happy about. Lester helped you calm them down, but Bo was too full of rage to listen to you and Vincent was too full of a cold anger made of revenge to truly stop punching around. It only stopped when your father arrived. He grounded everyone before taking care of everyone’s injuries without gentleness. You were all denied dinner once back home and had to stay in your rooms for the rest of the day. You had never seen your parents so displeased with all of you; but deep down you didn’t care. It was still a good memory to you, because you knew your brothers loved you more than anything.

Actually in the middle of the night, your door cracked open and you saw three heads peering inside your room, before they all got inside when they noticed you were awake too.

No matter how your parents were going to scream in the morning, you didn’t care about it as you all settled to sleep in your bed. You were only relaxed and happy when you were all together because it meant you were all safe and well. 

The days after, the boys checked on your injuries pretty much all the time until they fully disappeared and they never allowed you around the boy who hurt you ever again. Actually, one night, that child went missing and no one ever found his body. 

As you grew up, you fully forgot about him and this story.

Girlhood:

You were so done with your toxic family. It was true you loved your brothers more than absolutely anything, but you couldn’t take anymore of the screaming, the abuse, the way your parents looked down at the four of you. You needed some fresh air, you needed a break, you needed some silence for one night. You felt like you were going crazy in that oppressing household.

That was how you found yourself in the forest. You took in the delicious air, in the soft noises surrounding you, in the darkness being like a coat around you. You sat on the ground, enjoying the peacefulness of the place very much. You were happy and calm now. To be where you were, you had to climb your window and silently go down the pipes along the house, and you also climbed up trees to avoid some people enjoying the forest at night too. You went deep into the woods to be truly alone. Because of your adventures, your hands were deeply cut, and you also had little wounds here and there on your arms and legs. But you couldn’t care any less. You were free and safe in nature.

Unlike most children, you loved the darkness. Maybe it was thanks to your brothers; you parents always said they were the only monsters in the house. And even if you didn’t believe your brothers were monsters, you believed that you parents were and hence, no one else in the world could hurt you. You were fearless also because Lester taught you to trust nature and to always find your way home, wherever you could be. Bo taught you to be strong and to spot any kind of danger. Vincent taught you how to hide in the shadows and how to use any situations to your advantage.

If you were enjoying yourself, the boys wouldn’t be once they would find out you were gone. Bo had sneaked into your room because he hadn’t had the greatest day either, and he wanted some comfort from his favourite person in his existence. He got quite confused when he found your empty bed. He decided to check with whom you were sleeping, so he opened Lester’s and then Vincent’s door. Lester didn’t wake up but Vincent did, probably feeling how Bo was starting to tense up and slightly panic. Bo told him you were nowhere to be found. Vincent was up in an instant and the twins started to look for you in the whole house. When they went back to your room, they noticed your window was open and they understood you were gone. They exchanged a look. They knew they needed to get you back home before your parents could notice and before you could decide you were better without any of them. They woke up Lester because the boy was like a detector able to follow anyone's tracks. The boys quietly left the house, and they looked for you. Lester was quick to see soft marks in the freshly rained on ground. He followed it and they all started to get even more stressed out when they realised you were in the woods. It seemed they were more scared for you than you were for yourself.

They entered the woods and started to scream your name. Lester finally found you, peacefully sleeping against a tree. He called for the twins and Bo carried you back home. You were a little bit surprised to wake up in Bo’s room with the boys looking after your wounds. You were annoyed to be back in this house, but you didn’t say anything because you brothers looked on edge. They finished bandaging your wounds before tucking you into Bo’s bed. Vincent and Lester stayed.

You were surprised by how quiet they were. You thought they would have yelled at you for having hurt yourself and ran away. But they were actually too scared you would admit to them that you left without the idea of coming back; that you were ready to leave them forever because you couldn’t stand them anymore. They tightly hugged you and the day after, they were extra clingy and careful with you, making sure you knew you were the most loved person in this house. Even your parents were astonished by how quiet the boys were, their attention all on you.

You knew then that your brothers would never let you go, and you were grateful to have them.

Adulthood:

You had a car accident. 

It wasn’t too serious, but your car clearly needed some help and so did you. Your head was bleeding because of a nasty cut on your forehead and one of your wrists was hurting like crazy; you were almost certain that it was twisted or something like that. You weren’t too sure of what happened, in reality. You hit your head pretty hard and you only remembered some brief moments of the accident. You thought you remembered another car, with a man on his phone, but there was currently no other car in the middle of the road. You had no idea how long you stayed unconscious before waking up though. You were leaning against your car as you felt too weak to stay upright. You were a little bit dizzy and lost.

Any normal person would have called 911, because you couldn’t do anything on your own right now. But you had your “own” 911, in the person of your brothers. You had a group chat with all of them. You were thankful your phone was still working despite the broken screen. You weren’t too sure you could talk so you sent a message, knowing the three men would instantly look up their phones if they received a notification from you.

911. Got in a car accident. Next to the forest and pit. Car isn’t doing well either. 

You didn’t need to wait more than a few seconds for Bo and Lester to answer at the same time:

On my way.

You opened your truck so you could sit in there, as you were feeling quite dizzy now. You did your best to keep your eyes open though. After a little while you heard two engines coming from both ways of the road.

“Damn, what happened?!” Bo asked as he saw the state of your car and he was quick to join you at the back of it. He frowned at the blood and carefully grabbed your face to examine the cut from a closer look. Lester was soon all over you as well. You had to softly push them away.

“‘M okay, just a bit dizzy” you told them “Don’t really remember what happened. I think someone crashed into me… but ’m the only car here” you said

“Yeah well, the red paint all over your broken bumper clearly means somethin’” Bo groaned

“But how could they have left? They must be in quite a state too…” you asked. Lester and Bo exchanged a look. 

“Can’t be far… Les?”

“Yep, gonna find the fucker and brin’ him to Ambrose, no worries” Lester nodded. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before rushing to his truck and leaving. 

“Alright, ya can walk?” Bo asked as his attention went back on you.

“Can try,” you murmured as Bo helped you stand up. He carefully held you as you reached for his breakdown truck. He settled you on the passenger seat before taking care of your car and bringing everyone back home. 

“Stay awake, please” he said, a little bit tensed as he kept an eye on you during the travel

“’m fine, just sleepy” you replied

“Yeah well, Vince’ll say if ya’re okay and then ya’ll be able to rest. For now, ya stay with me, ok?”

“Ok” you hummed, no matter how hard it was to keep your eyes open.

“Atta girl” he praised you

Once home, Vincent was your personal nurse as he looked after you in the most gentle and yet concerned and frantic way. The boys were used to any kind of injuries because of their activities, and your father’s old medical books got used more than once. Vincent relaxed when he was certain you were just slightly hurt and nothing too bad. Your wrist was indeed twisted though, but nothing the Sinclairs couldn’t deal with. He finally guided you to your bedroom and waited for you to have taken a shower before tugging you to bed. You thanked your brother as you settled in bed. He kissed your forehead and you fell asleep almost instantly.

Meanwhile, Bo was taking care of your car… and then helped Lester when he brought the guy who had caused the accident. The man was relieved to get some help, not realising he was going to die in a very painful way.

Because no one was allowed to hurt the only girl of the Sinclair family.

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Waiting Room - Chapter 1

Everything had changed so quickly, her life torn out from under her in a matter of seconds, the trajectory of what it would look like going forward permanently altered. 

Emily's life changes forever when her parents are killed. Aaron just needs a job after his marriage breaks down and he answers an ad for a private security guard. If only the young woman he'd been hired to look after wasn't entirely resistant to his presence.

A Young Hotchniss AU

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Hi friends!!

This weekend makes it 3 years since I started writing for Hotchniss!! In that time I've written just shy of 1.8 million words and over 270 fics for our favourite idiots.

I love this little community and I am endlessly grateful for all of you. I write because it's an escape for me and because it is a hobby I treasure. Feedback and interaction on my fics mean the absolute world to me and never fail to make me smile, so I am endlessly grateful every time you all do that.

This fic is for you and a celebration of the last few years. A little Young Hotchniss AU to mark the occasion! All four chapters will be posted over the next week.

Love you all very much <3

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Words: 3.6k

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Tick.

The clock on the wall was loud, the only sound she would allow herself to hear, the repetitive noise drowning out everything else around her. The bustle of the police station outside of the room she’d been herded into by a kind but overworked detective fading out into nothing. 

Tock. 

She picks at the cuticles on her thumb, a habit her mother had always chastised her for, and every time her gaze drifts down to her hands she immediately looks back up, her eyes fixed on the wall ahead of her so she doesn’t have to see blood that isn’t even hers staining her skin. She’d washed her hands as soon as she was brought here, rubbed her skin almost raw, but it hadn’t been enough. Dried blood in the cracks of her knuckles and embedded around her nails almost tattooed to her skin. 

Tick. 

Everything had changed so quickly, her life torn out from under her in a matter of seconds, the trajectory of what it would look like going forward permanently altered. 

They were only supposed to be going to a concert, a performance of her favourite sci-fi movie with a live orchestra, an event her father had his assistant buy tickets for as a 21st birthday present for her. 

Tock

The door opens and she jumps, her shoulders tense as she looks up, the same detective who had brought her here and her kind smile in the doorway.

“Miss Prentiss, your ride home is here.” 

She chuckles internally, the idea of home never something she’d been able to settle into, but she feels some semblance of relief when Dave walks through the door, his face serious, as he steps towards her. He was her father’s best friend, his confidant. An uncle of sorts to her who also happened to manage her parent's estate. He’d always been kind to her, more of a parent than either of hers had ever truly been.

And now he was the only one she had left

“Emily,” he says, kneeling down so he’s in her eye line, the kindness in his eyes almost too much for her to bear, “What happened?”

“They’re dead,” she replies, her voice ragged, torn open by grief and shock and a thousand other things they can’t name, “Both of them…they’re dead.” 

___

Four Years Later 

Sometimes it felt like she was still in the waiting room. 

She could still feel the blood on her hands, could see it drying around her nails, dark red and cracked against her pale skin as the clock ticked on the wall. 

She could see the look on Dave’s face as she told him her parents were dead, a sadness in his eyes that she thinks had never quite faded in the years since. He did his best to hide it from her, he still did now, but she could see it when he thought she wasn’t looking or when she did something that reminded him of either of her parents. 

Of all the many people who had been in her parent's lives, all the people who had been at their funeral and offered her help in whatever way she needed, Dave was the only one who had stuck around. He’d always genuinely cared about her, always been a pseudo uncle of sorts, his initial job as her father’s lawyer a gateway to a friendship that had lasted until that fateful day, and she was grateful she had him, even if she sometimes felt like she was nothing but a reminder of the friends he had lost. 

Her life felt like it had stopped that day. The sudden loss of her parents, her grief about losing them as complicated as her relationship with them had been, had sent her in a direction she’d never expected. 

She’d never known what she wanted to do with her life, her directionlessness as vicious and overwhelming as her desire to defy expectations, to be more than what her mother had wanted from her. Any vague ideas she may have had about going into law enforcement, the idea of a Prentiss in the FBI something that had always made her father chuckle and her mother roll her eyes, thrown away in a matter of seconds. 

She still heard the gunshots if she thought about it for too long, still heard the blood in her mother’s lungs as she tried to suck in her final breaths. 

The men who’d killed her parents, for nothing more than disagreeing with their political alignments, had killed her future too. Leaving her living in a house, days passed by as she waited for her life to start again, to feel like she could live her life again, so she could live as a 25-year-old woman should be able to live. 

She was still in danger. A thought that felt absurd to her, but something that Dave took seriously. She’d seen the shooter, had memories of icy blue eyes when she dreamt about that night, but he’d never been caught. He’d disappeared as quickly as he’d appeared, taking her sense of safety with him. At first, the police had taken it seriously, had provided protection she’d resisted, but as time went on it all went away, assurances that she would be fine passed on as if she still didn’t remember the cold November ground beneath her as she kneeled next to her parents, staring down the barrel of a gun. 

She believed them for a while. Allowed herself to try to move forward, to piece her life back together.

Then the flowers started to appear. Seemingly random at first, almost accidental in the way they were left on her doorstep. It soon became clear it was purposeful, that it was a message of some kind. A reminder that while she might as well still be in that alley, she was still in as much danger as she had been then. 

She rolls her neck as she parks her car on the driveway, yawning as she steps out onto the gravel. It had been a long day, her bag heavy as she hung it over her shoulder, weighed down by books and her laptop. She’d gone to the library to study for once, needing to get out of the house, away from the ghosts that always seemed just around the corner. 

She pauses as she gets to the porch, frozen in place as her eyes drift to the doormat and the familiar purple flower lying on it, bright and taunting as it stands out against the dark woven material of the mat. She purses her lips together as she sighs, blowing out a steady breath as she briefly closes her eyes. She steps forward and leans down to pick it up and then she stands back up, unlocking the door and heading inside quickly, she slams the door shut behind her.

She holds the flower tightly in her palm. She looks down at her fist and uncurls it, her eyes fixed on the now crumbled petals, the flower’s beauty not diminished by its damage. 

“Damn it,” she breathes out, shaking her head as she places the flower down on the side table. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and dials a familiar number, her thumbnail in between her teeth as she waits for the call to go through.

“Hi Bella,” Dave says as he answers, his voice relaxed. She can picture him sitting at his desk, ignoring the paperwork he never enjoyed. She sometimes wondered why he didn’t retire, why he insisted on working even though he didn’t need to, but she knew it was because it gave him something to do. It filled his days with the ability to think about anything other than the fact he was lonely. 

It was something she’d never quite been able to find herself. The empty house that she’d always resented was now her prison of sorts, cold rooms and hallways that she felt trapped in, haunted by everything that had happened there and everything that never had. 

“Hi,” she replies, breathing out a slow breath before she carries on, “It happened again.”

She doesn’t need to explain any further, doesn’t need to say what has happened. This is something they’d spoken about several times throughout the years. A pattern they couldn’t escape, doomed to repeat itself until the people who were doing this, the man who was after her, would finally leave her alone. 

She can hear him moving on the phone, his voice already tighter, more tense as he replies. 

“I’m on my way.”

___

Aaron exhales slowly as he pulls up to the house, his eyebrows furrowing as he double-checks the address he’d been given to make sure he is in the right place. The house is huge, closer to what he’d call a mansion than anything else. He stops his car and gets out of it, his hands on his hips as he looks at the house again, the place he’d be living and working for the foreseeable future. 

He’d taken the job out of necessity. The breakdown in his marriage the year before, the official signing of divorce papers a few months ago ending his relationship with Haley, the person he once thought he’d spend his life with, leaving him without direction, and without somewhere to live. It was something he never thought he’d have to deal with, let alone when he had only just turned 30, but life had rarely been kind to him.

He looks down at the blank spot on his ring finger, the band of skin that is still slightly paler than the rest of his hand, and he sighs, shaking his head at himself as he steps towards the house, ready to meet his new employer. 

He gives himself a moment before he rings the bell, straightening his back and shoulders as the door opens, opening to reveal a man on the other side, a smile on his face as he reaches out his hand.

“Aaron Hotchner?” He asks, his smile widening slightly as Aaron nods and shakes his hand, “I’m David Rossi, thank you for agreeing to start so quickly,” he says, and Aaron nods as he’s led into the house, looking around, the grandness of the house taking him aback as he steps in, “So, what has an ex-FBI agent doing private security?” 

Aaron turns to look at him, “My ex-wife wanted me home more, I left the FBI to try to save our marriage. Clearly, it didn’t work.” 

Dave nods knowingly, “I have 3 ex-wives, so I understand that better than most,” he says, patting Aaron on his shoulder as he leads him into the house, “I’ll show you to your room in a little while but I’ll introduce you to Emily first,” he squeezes Aaron’s shoulder once before he lets go, his hand falling to his side, “Brace yourself.” 

Before Aaron has a chance to realise what that means, Dave pushes the door to what turns out to be the home library open. He pauses as he walks into the room, struck by the beauty of the woman sitting in a large chair in the corner. She had her dark hair piled on top of her head, effortlessly beautiful in a way he knew was rare. She looks up at them, her dark brown eyes pulled away from her book as she frowns at the two men who had disturbed her, mistrust flashing through them as she puts her book down, her arms crossed as she stands up. 

“Dave,” she says, looking back and forth between him and Aaron, “Who is this?” 

Dave sighs as if preparing himself for something, “Aaron, this is Emily,” he says before turning to her, “Emily, this is Aaron Hotchner. He’s your new security guard.” 

There’s a beat of silence, heavy and thick as it hangs in the air, and Aaron watches as Emily tries to hide her irritation but fails, the tightness in her sharp jaw immediately giving her away. 

“I don’t need a security guard,” she seethes, stepping closer to Dave with her arms across her chest. She pointedly ignores that Aaron is still in the room just a few paces away from them, “I’m fine.” 

“Emily, we got a threat on your life.” 

“It was a freesia, it’s hardly a ransom note,” she says, sounding more sure than she felt.

It had been a battle between them for years. Dave would hire the security via her parent's estate, and as the sole heir and beneficiary, she’d have control over it. She’d either be purposefully unreasonable until the guards quit, or would straight out just fire them, her insistence that she was fine, that she could look after herself, something she would repeat each time. 

“We both know it isn’t just a flower,” Dave replies, his eyebrow raised at her in defiance. She rolls her eyes, her hands tight around her arms. 

“I don’t need a security guard,” she repeats, her words pushed out through her teeth. This time she does turn to look at Aaron, “You’re fired.”

“You can’t fire him,” Dave replies, raising his eyebrow, a smug smirk on his face that tells her she has, for once, outsmarted her, “I’m paying him, so he works for me, not you,” he looks at Aaron and, despite the circumstances, gets a bit of a kick out of the expression on his face. Emily always had a way of making an impression on everyone she met, and this seemed to be no different. “You’re not fired.” 

They fall into a silent stand-off, the air thick with awkwardness and Emily’s anger. She finally rolls her eyes and turns around stalking out of the room and not saying anything else. Dave smiles as he watches her leave and turns to Aaron, his smile turning into a smirk as he looks at the frown on the other man's face, the edge of concern sneaking into its edges. 

“You’ll grow on her,” Dave says, turning serious as Aaron looks at him, “She’s been through a lot,” he says, a flash of protectiveness for Emily burning him from the inside out, “She’s very guarded.” 

“That’s understandable,” Aaron replies, swallowing thickly as he looks at the door Emily had stormed out of. He was wary about being here to protect someone who clearly didn’t want him around, but he needed the job. It came with a place to live and a level of financial stability he thought was impossible after his divorce. He’d let Haley have the house, his guilt about the breakdown of their relationship leading him not to fight for it. He had no choice but to make this work. “It will be fine.”

Dave smiles, his gaze flicking between Aaron’s face and the door Emily had left through, “I have a feeling it will.” ___

It’s awkward. 

She purposely avoids him, using tactics she’d learnt at a young age when she would evade her parents at parties she was forced to go to. She’d sneak around, always a few steps ahead of them. Sometimes she missed it. There were days when she would give anything to go to a party she’d hate every second of, a part of her life she never thought she’d find herself yearning for. 

It works for a day or two until she bumps into him in the kitchen, both of them seeking out a late-night drink before they head to bed.

“Agent Hotchner,” she says, smiling tightly at him before she goes back to getting out the scotch, averting her gaze to look anywhere but at him. 

“Miss Prentiss,” he replies, watching her like she was a caged animal, not wanting to spook her. It feels tense as she actively ignores him, “You can call me Aaron you know, since I’m not an agent anymore. I just wanted to apologise.” 

She still doesn’t look up as she replies, “About what?” She asks, purposely ignoring everything else he’d said. 

“I…had no idea you didn’t know I’d be coming here,” he says, stepping further into the kitchen, “I didn’t mean to blind-sight you.” 

She looks up at him and her eyes meet his. She’d been raised in an environment where everyone lied to each other all the time. Insults dressed as pleasantries as people went about their days, never saying what they really meant to say. It meant she was excellent at spotting a lie, a human polygraph machine of sorts. She sees nothing but honesty on his face and she immediately feels herself feel a little less irritated at him. 

“Well,” she says, smiling tightly at him as she looks down at her hands, “That’s pretty typical of Dave. You’re here because of a flower, so I hope you’re not expecting too much action.” 

He smiles, something about her sense of humour getting to him, sneaking under his skin and making him feel relaxed for the first time in days. 

“Why freesias?” He asks, looking at her curiously. She sighs as she momentarily pauses, placing her glass of scotch down on the counter. 

“They were my mother’s favourite flower,” she says, clearing her throat. Her chest feels hollowed out as it always did when she thought about her parents, her grief as complex as her relationship with them had been, “My dad always bought them for her birthday,” she chuckles as she shakes her head, picking up the bottle of scotch and pouring herself some more. She hesitates for a second before she grabs another glass from the bar and pours him some too, “Well he always had his assistant to buy them for her. We had purple freesias at the funeral,” she presses her lips together tightly as she sits down, shrugging nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t talking about something that had permanently shifted the trajectory of her life, “The first one was delivered here a few days later. It’s happened every few months ever since. The police think it’s the killer's way of reminding me they are out there.” 

He watches as she sits down and joins her, reaching for the scotch she’d poured for him. “Did you never think about going somewhere else?”

She shrugs, “It happened in Paris too,” she says, shaking her head, “I went to my parent's house there…my house there,” she corrects herself, “The flowers were left there too.” 

“Paris?”

She nods, “Yeah I like it there. We spent a lot of time there when I was young, French was the first language I learnt.” 

“The first?” 

“Can you do anything other than ask questions?” She asks, smiling at him, “I speak six languages,” she chuckles when he almost chokes on his scotch, “Seven if you count English.” 

“The doctorate in linguistics is starting to make more sense,” he says, clearing his throat to clear the last bit of scotch stitch in the back of it, “So you speak all those languages fluently?” 

She nods, “I do,” she smirks at him, looking him up and down, the scotch thrumming under her skin allowing her to let herself appreciate him, the way his muscles shift under his skin, “Tu as de la chance d'être séduisante, sinon je te jetterais dehors.” 

He smiles at her, “Impressive.” 

She smiles, her cheeks turning pink in a way she doesn’t understand as she sips her scotch, “I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this.”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “It’s important you trust me,” he says, “Since I’m here to protect you.” 

She nods and laughs bitterly, “I wish I could protect myself,” she mutters, sipping more of her scotch, “It would make me feel a hell of a lot safer.” She feels like she’s said too much, the revelation feeling like more than anything she’d told him about her mother, “I’m going to take this to bed,” she says as she stands, her drink grasped in her hand.

He smiles kindly at her. He knew from the very limited time they spent together that she was guarded, that any perceived rudeness was an attempt to protect herself in any way she could. 

“Of course,” he says, “Goodnight, Miss Prentiss.” 

She pauses in the doorway and looks back at him, “You may as well call me Emily,” she says, a smile flicking across her face, “Since we’re essentially roommates. 

He nods, “Okay, goodnight, Emily.” 

She smiles, “Goodnight, Aaron.” 

He watches as she turns to leave and feels emboldened, warmed by the scotch he was drinking and unable to help himself as he admires the curve of her neck, the contrast of her dark hair against her pale skin. Something about her was drawing him in, briefly making him forget that he was here to do a job.

“Emily?” 

She turns to look at him, her smile a mix of curiosity and irritation as she raises an eyebrow at him, “Yes?” 

“J'ai étudié le français à l'université. C'était ma matière secondaire.”

Her eyes go wide for a moment before she can stop herself from reacting, and she clears her throat, “Oh, well, that’s good to know,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him, “I’ll have to make sure I pick another language to talk about you when you’re around,” she presses her lips together to stop herself  from smiling, “Goodnight.” 

He watches her leave, letting her go this time, the sound of her receding footsteps the only other sound in the house. 

“Goodnight, Emily.” 

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[fountainpenguin]

My brief reviews on movies I watched this week (Mostly Disney-Pixar):

Dug Days: Carl's Date (Short, not a movie) - Very cute. I liked the earlier Dug Days shorts and this one was no different. I like how Alpha Beta has a squeaky cow toy and is living his best life.

Very much enjoyed Dug telling Carl to bring his date a toy so she would wag her tail. And Carl turning Ellie's picture around on the mantle when he was embarrassed. And Carl practicing his small talk on Dug who doesn't get what's going on so he just sits at the table with his fancy hat saying things like "I like bugs" with the most serious expression and eye contact.

Elemental [2nd watch since release] - Enjoyable. I went in hoping this time I'd connect with Ember/Wade as a ship and tbh I still don't - I don't know why, they're just... there to me - but I greatly enjoy this movie for showing them working hard to figure out their relationship. I enjoy the look Wade gives his uncle when the microaggressions start coming out. King.

I think I'd enjoy this movie more if they didn't find a way to get around the touch issue? I know it was a big deal for them, and I know they have other elements of their cultures they can still explore with each other, but they seem to have fixed the issue easily and they're a pretty standard couple after that.

There's nothing wrong per se with the direction the movie went, but I would've loved an ending where they choose to date even knowing it means giving up hugs, kisses, and other touch-related intimacy. Just would've made my aspec heart happy and been really neat to explore.

Also, this time I realized the Fire folks are eating wood, not charcoal like I thought, so that's nice in case I ever want to write something about this show. I have many questions about Wade's life that are still unanswered (Sir, why did you have two airball tickets and who did you cancel with to give one to Ember? Sir, that's a big table and a lot of chairs for a guy living alone in his apartment), but I like this movie.

I like Wade's mom. I think she oversteps a little, but I like that for her because it's not too in your face, and she really is just trying to help. Movie hurts my eyes a little to watch directly, but I spent the week playing movies on my second screen while focused more on my first. Good watch. I cracked up when I got another look at Ember's bed and realized she doesn't have blankets because she doesn't get cold.

Lots of nice worldbuilding. I'd like to learn more about her trip with Wade to her internship as I assume they're sharing a room (and a bed?) on the ship for at least a week and there's so much potential for how nerve-wracking that would be for them when they're still trying to figure out how to not, y'know. vaporize each other with touch.

Luca [3rd watch since release?] - This is a really good movie and I like it. I don't have much to say; I think it does everything it's trying to do really well. Plot, emotions, and character work together nicely. This one hits hard.

I would really like to know if someone's written an AU where Luka doesn't run away and has to spend 2 seasons in the deep with his uncle. Lots of potential there.

Finding Dory [2nd watch since release] - It's neat. Again, I think it does what it's trying to do, though this one doesn't hit me like some others. Also Hank is a flippin' liar for saying he can't fit in a pipe, but I support him and his wrongs.

Years ago I tried writing a character with short-term memory loss (which would be the big reveal the reader didn't know unless they'd picked up on it), and it was very difficult. I think they do a good job moving Dory forward and showing her struggles, especially when she pleas for help and backs away from things because she doesn't have a caretaker with her.

And you can see Marlin struggling with his new life as Dory's caretaker, which is interesting. I would have liked to see more Nemo-Dory interaction since that was limited in the first movie. There are a few times Marlin says something ableist and Nemo calls him on it in defense of Dory, but it would've been really interesting to see Nemo call him on it and relate it to Nemo himself being disabled. That said, it's good that Marlin realized he was hurting Dory and not just "Oh, I hurt my son because I hurt Dory."

I'm still glad that Marlin and Dory don't flirt. Also, the Bailey-Destiny friendship is very cute and honestly it's so sweet that he offers to be her eyes if she escapes with him to the ocean. This is a movie about disability and it's super interesting. Literally most of the characters have a disability (Nemo's fin, Hank's tentacle, Dory's memory, Destiny's eyes, Bailey's sonar, etc.) and that's really cool.

Turning Red [2nd watch since release] - One of those movies that I'm glad exists, but I definitely don't connect with it since it's nothing like my experiences as a teen. That's okay though and I'm glad it's there for other people. It does second-hand embarrassment in the beginning really well.

When I first saw this movie, I thought it was entirely about Mei becoming a red panda when she's embarrassed, and I thought that was unique because that's an emotion never tied to shapeshifting in my memory. I still think it's disappointing that embarrassment goes out the window into "all emotions" early on, and then very quickly into "Nah, she can just control it without issue." Eh.

I think Elemental hits the vibes of carrying the weight of tradition a little harder for me, but I'm not sure I could put a reason into words, and it's worth noting I'm not the audience for Turning Red. I like the ending scene where Mei's father is wearing the cardboard costume that Mei used to wear- that one glimpse says so much. Yes, there was a solution to who would help out. Very nice.

Soul [3rd watch since release?] - Always a good watch. It's very enjoyable with some clever twists, great humor, and spooky moments. I like it a lot.

Still surprises me that the only time 22 is addressed with gendered pronouns, it's near the end of this nearly 2-hour movie and it's only like, twice. Despite being asked why she uses a woman's voice, I didn't really see her with a gender on my first watch and I remember it really caught me off guard when they revealed so late that she uses she/her. idk why they didn't just go all the way without gendering her, especially when she hasn't been born yet and has no body, but okay.

Raya and the Lost Dragon [2nd watch since release] - There's some neat lore here, but the tone and jokes don't fit well for me. This movie definitely gives me the vibe of someone who very badly wanted to see "hot girls fighting" and made it their mission to do so, but maybe that's just me. seriously why so many fight scenes between Namaari and Raya when they're unarmored especially when their main bonding moment was that they prefer weapons over hand to hand, it just seems so impractical sldkfj

Kind of confused as to what the droon are since they're clearly not eating people. Why do the statues make a cupped bowl pose with their hands? I'm curious to know if this is just symbolism for the rain at the end of if it's a symbol for something I'm not familiar with.

I kind of wish Raya had more of a relationship with Namaari in the beginning, like if they'd grown up together, because Raya REALLY holds a grudge about Namaari betraying her despite the fact that, like... they knew each other for about 10 minutes. The baby's definitely not one of my favorite characters, but I like Boon. Obsessed with his commitment to selling food.

This is a movie that I don't love, but I do love the climactic scene because it hits brutally hard and plays with something I've never seen another piece of media play with, and I think that's super cool.

I think I'd be more interested in seeing a story about what life is like during these hard times rather than saving the world, which... isn't really something a movie would follow, but that's why we have fanfics. I like Namaari's relationship with her mom. I think I missed how her mom turned to stone because I didn't see any droon make a move for her? Did that happen 5 seconds after the canals were drained? Might've missed it.

I'd love to see this kind of concept (people turned to stone in a desert), but set it up so people are revived by dunking them in water and there's no easy access to water, so all you have is a small amount that you can rub on their lips or eyes so they can briefly see or talk to you before falling into corruption again. It wouldn't work well with the Raya plot, but I think that's sad- Little glimpses of hope, but then you slip away again. I might play with this kind of idea in some other magic system.

Frozen II - Not really what I expected? I liked the girls' dresses towards the end and I appreciated her continued naivety. Fascinated by Elsa's decision to move to a culture she knows nothing about, especially after showing the kingdom she can protect them from natural disastesr that might happen again.

Absolutely on the floor over the fact Kristoff spends the whole movie as a sexy lamp. There's a huge chunk of the time in the middle he's not onscreen at all. Yes, king, give us nothing!!!

10/10 hilarity in one of Anna's opening lines to this movie being "Who backstabs you after you give them a gift?" 5 minutes after watching Raya.

Big Hero 6 [2nd watch since release] - I'm not the audience for superhero movies so it's a bit meh to me, but I do think it's hilarious that Hiro upgrades his friends to superheroes because....... he just thinks it would be cool? If you went into this movie not knowing it's about superheroes, it comes out of nowhere and that's so flippin' funny. The scene where Wasabi stops at a red light during a car chase is always a good laugh.

Thoughts I had: "Hiro is so ready to put construction companies out of business and everyone in the crowd is okay with it" / "TADASHI how are you this smart and yet you still don't know that breathing in toxic gas will kill you? Did no one teach you why you don't run into a burning building without a suit?" / "Were there really that few people who died in the fire or is the person making the memorial doing it only for people they care about? That wasn't a long evacuation."

I don't really get the justification for them becoming superheroes in the end, like... I don't know who they're fighting? They just kind of do parkour? But good for them.

Baymax! Shorts - Pretty cute; I especially enjoyed Mbita developing a fish allergy while running a restaurant called Just Fish Soup. Devastating. I like how in the finale, you can see he changed the name to Smorgusbus.

Also I personally liked when Hiro went looking for Baymax's recent patients and that girl tells him he helped her with her period and Hiro doesn't think it's gross. Baymax's point in helping her was that it's natural and she shouldn't worry people will think she's gross for having one, so I'm glad Hiro didn't react badly to her.

Baymax's battery really does not give him enough warning to plug himself in if he can't even walk to the wall. I really thought that cat was going to plug Baymax in when he passed out, but it didn't... brutal. This cat has enough dexterity to make complex sculptures and I really thought it would help him but it left him there? Fantastic. No notes.

Strange World - Not one of my favorites and probably won't watch again, but interesting. I don't really have anything to say about it. Searcher and Meridian were cute; I really liked Mer'.

I wish Ethan's desire to live in harmony with creatures had been a little more pervasive, as it doesn't show up until late and doesn't really come up again. I don't think I understand what he's doing in the very last scene (I think he's gathering resources?)

"Interesting" and "Huh" are probably the words I'd use to describe this one.

100% Wolf - I didn't love it; emotions didn't hit right for me, MC was needlessly mean, plot twists a bit predictable, but it had some neat lore. I liked the housekeeper who isn't a werewolf. That makes so much sense. Absolutely wild to see the dog pound lady dancing while a human got sucked into the dog-killing machine.

Also I correctly identified Cripp as sharing his VA (Rhys Darby) with Neal the Eel from Carmen Sandiego (2019) and I thought that was funny.

Atlantis: The Lost Empire - Wow, this was a very loud opening sequence that switched into very quiet mumbling and the entire movie is like that.

Milo: /writes "coast of Ireland" on his whiteboard while talking about where he thinks Atlantis is.

Me: HY-BRASIL???

[It was not]

Very lively and interesting, detailed movie. I'd not seen it outside previews from VHSs or DVDs when I was a kid and I always wrote it off as "not interesting for me because it's about adults." Pretty cool to watch the snippets I remembered come together now that I'm an adult. Beautiful settings; I loved the cabin and bunks.

I really liked Helga. Set up with femme fatale vibes, out here making sure the crew eats healthy meals. A+ character. I have no questions.

One of my favorite tropes is forced proximity, especially when those involved have unique skills.

I'm a little surprised the Atlantean natives have such dark skin for living near Iceland before they went underground, as I thought skin tone was darker towards the equator. I remember reading recently about some exceptions, though I forgot what they were. I'll have to brush up on my knowledge for future worldbuilding projects.

Milo deep-diving with his glasses on... Sir? Also, what exactly is letting the plants bear fruit underground without the sun? The life force crystal can replace that too? Why are the clouds so low?

For a culture with ambiguous understanding of guns, I'm surprised how much the many, many Atlantean people held back when the item whose removal will literally kill them all was taken away from them. All of them against two guys and they didn't try to stop the Commander from driving off, even knowing they'd die anyway?

A lot more mechs than I expected and I don't think I understood a lot of what was going on with the magic or why. Not the biggest fan of how Milo/Kido is written; seems like they fell for each other after just an hour or so, but... guess it's only to be expected. I don't think I'll be watching the sequel.

Pocahontas II [2nd watch, 1st was maybe 8 to 10 years ago] - Intriguing to watch. I don't have much to say. I think they do disrespect and microaggressions well. Pocahontas calling them out is always funny. She's witty and I like that.

Also I thought it was funny when the king made a sexist remark and the scene cuts to the queen just looking at him sadly. Interesting to see how the length of some of these older movies differs from present-day Disney works.

It's SUPER interesting to see a sequel depict the MC falling in love with someone other than her love interest from the first movie, as that's not really something you see... ever, really. I wonder if this got a negative reaction when it came out and what the reaction would be for something like this in present day.

And whether it makes any difference to people considering that John Rolfe is who IRL Pocahontas married, though ofc this is a fictional interpretation of things.

I really like how John Rolfe was portrayed as being more understanding of Pocahontas whereas John Smith was still pushing at her to do things his way. Again, it's something I can see not going over well among those who don't like to see a character / main love interest with flaws, but this was an interesting movie to revisit.

Mulan II [2nd watch after many years] - It was nice to revisit this one. I remember not liking it much, but it's amusing to watch. Mushu's brutally selfish in this one, but that's in character. I still think it's funny that Mulan's dog is named Little Brother. I like the first song in this movie, but that's no surprise since I listen to it on occasion.

I dooooon't totally get why the princesses were so drastically against marrying "men they'd never met," yet immediately fell for men they hadn't even spoken to and were willing to marry them within 3 days?? That just seems too soon to know if you like someone? Gurls, these men got thrown of the matchmaking because they were self-absorbed and wanted women to fawn over them. please make sure you know what you're getting into.

Guards flirting with people they should strictly be platonic with and care for is one of my least favorite tropes, as doctor/patient is just so ingrained in me as an ethics violation :P That said, I think it works in some parts of this movie; I appreciate how the guards take the princesses to a town where they're interacting on equal playing field instead of while on duty. Yes, they were supposed to be on duty, but-

Okay, but... it just seems so unlikely for 6 people to fall for someone they've known for under a day, especially when the princesses are already engaged?? that's just so wild to me. The guards on like, Night 1 chatting that they think the princesses like them and I'm just holding my head like "Why would you ever think it's okay to flirt with them when you are literally on the road to their weddings and they haven't confessed their hesitations to marry the princes?" You are all soldiers; why can't you follow instructions? Ahhhh...

I did remember Mulan preparing to marry a prince in place of the princesses, but I forgot she thought Shang died, so that makes more sense than I remembered. All in all, nice to see again, but not one of my favorite romance stories.

Cars 3 - I went in not expecting much and I really liked it (Way more than Cars 2). I think more movies should showcase the struggle of accepting you've gotten old, actually. Every time an adult told Lightning that they grew up watching him race and he mentally bluescreened, I found it hilarious.

Lots of neat worldbuilding and details. I liked him struggling to learn to take naps and draft off other cars in a way he didn't need to when he was young. Very sweet movie. 10/10, would watch again and I look forward to Cars 4.

My one gripe is that Lightning doesn't look old so for most of the movie I thought people were exaggerating his age (I mean, he's in a sport and retirement age is lower there), and it's not until the end you really get the fact that oh, they weren't joking around with him- he is actually old... but I can forgive that since his job is to upkeep his appearance and he has a crew of people that do that for him.

I like how Lightning and Sally seem to be a couple, but they don't have kids even though baby cars and family lines are a thing in this world. Also I am dying to know how he fixed a broken trophy when he has no hands. I'm having some flashbacks...

[creepylittlelady]

I need to know more about Lazari in your AU

She deserves more content from fans

Hi! I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this ask, and also thank you for sending me an ask in the first place! I love answering questions, even if it takes me a bit to respond :3

I agree with you, Lazari deserves better. I mean like, even her own creator did her dirty man, SHE HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL!!! Her concept is so cool and her own comic did her SO DIRTY. I hate the treatment she gets from fans too.

Yeah I get it her comic was terribly written and was the origin of the 'I HAVE CRAYONS AND PAPER!!!!!' meme and the characters were poorly written and the lore was inconsistent and the fanservice was weird and the story/tone was ALL OVER THE PLACE. But like, don't take it out on my baby Lazari please she deserves better.

I wanna do some more silly headcanons of her this time around, I might make a separate post on more serious stuff about her ;)

So, let's get cracking!

Lazari Headcanons!

-She's on the Autism Spectrum, diagnosed and all :3. She also has ADHD, also diagnosed! She's the representation we deserve to see in this fandom lol.

-She's Chibiworks. Okay, let me explain:

SO, when Lazari first came into the Mansion, she was just an 8 year old girl with demonic tendencies who was abused by her hyper-religious mother who hated her. She hated herself, she was shy, and she believed that she was nothing more than a monster, a mistake. But all of a sudden she goes from that to the DAUGHTER OF THE EMPEROR OF THE UNDERWORLD, a literal DISNEY PRINCESS (cuz yk she's his daughter), and now she literally lives in a Magical Forest in a Magical Mansion of Serial Killers, Ghosts and Demons.

She thought that the world around her was super interesting considering she never got to see much of the outside. She loves drawing, so she drew about it. She drew about the potential greater stories unravelling around her, making her own characters based on concepts she learnt about whilst exploring.

She made I Eat Pasta for Breakfast as a way of letting her imagination go wild around this new environment she found herself in. She made characters to interact with the people that already existed, and gave them purposes.

(Btw, several of the weird stuff and the not kid-appropriate scenes in the comic are retconned out of this version.)

She also made Creepy Frozen Pasta, just saying. She also wrote The Seer. She wrote every Creepypasta comic in existence. Found a cool Creepypasta comic series? Lazari wrote it.

-She LOVES drawing. Her artstyle is very much manga-inspired and she loves creating her own OCs, which are littered throughout her work. A lot of them are directly based on concepts, such as many of Zalgo's followers in IEPFB being based on the idea of Zalgo having a cult of personality around him.

-She's definitely an animation meme kid. I'm deffo self-projecting but she is the DEFINITION of the weird kid. She makes animation memes of everyone in the mansion. She makes animatics of actual stuff that happened. She makes amateur dubs of her own comics.

-Manga is her biggest hyperfixation. She collects TONS of them, and directly draws panels from her favourite manga to improve her drawing skills. Her favourite Manga series of all time is Fruits Basket :3. Her room is basically just all of her drawing scattered around the place.

She specifically likes Horror and Shoujo anime, despite the fact that they're basically polar opposites. Alongside Fruits Basket, she really likes Madoka Magica!

-She definitely makes AMVs of her favourite animes. She deffo writes terribly written fanfiction about her favourite anime couples kissing and giggles whilst writing it.

-She's also a Gacha Life kid FUCKING FIGHT ME SHE DEFINITELY MAKES GACHA OCS. She definitely stays up until 2am with Sally watching 'Hated Child turns into Hybrid Princess' videos. Lazari gasps in shock every single time and Sally is just sitting there extremely confused.

-Sally is her best friend. She lore-dumps to Sally all the time about her special interests, and Sally listens intently and nods along. She even writes notes about the lore of her favourite series! Sally is a super supportive best friend, and any time any of the ghost kids make fun her for her autistic behaviour she puts them in their place.

-Despite this, the two of them argue a lot, because they're kids and just of course they do. Fun fact! The reason why Sally only appears like once in IEPFB is because Lazari initially wrote her in, then the two got into a fight and she took her out of the story. They made up soon after but Lazari thought it would be too awkward to add her back in and Sally just accepted it.

-She has a very unorthodox form of common sense. With that I mean she has none at all. Once the mansion was on fire, and Slender screamed at her to get up and evacuate. Her reaction? She told him to leave her alone and let her sleep.

-She really likes Vocaloid, and her favourite Vocaloid isn't even a Vocaloid. Her favourite, uh, singing bank, is Kasane Teto! She claims that her robotic voice (before the SynthV AI transfer) was pleasant to her ears.

-Her favourite Vocaloid Song is Kasane Territory, because of the animation meme of course >:D.

-She also definitely tried to make a Storytime Youtube Channel but everyone in the Mansion made her delete it because she was sharing personal information about them all. Like genuinely she'd be like 'SO THE OTHER DAY MASKY AND HOODY WERE ON A MISSION FOR SLENDERMAN AND THEY KILLED THIS ONE GIRL WHO LIVES AT THIS ADDRESS IN THIS STATE'.

She has like zero concept of Internet Safety.

-She's a massive Melanie Martinez fan. She got Sally into her music, and back when Melanie Martinez was like just getting popular she'd sing all of her songs super loudly in the shower. Once Slenderman referred to the house as a 'Dollhouse' and Lazari screamed 'DOLLHOUSE BY MELANIE MARTINEZ? HEY GIRL, OPEN YOUR WALLS, PLAY WITH YOUR DOLLS-'.

-She used to be a massive Roblox kid in 2017 and was also an MSP kid. Christ she was on so many virtual worlds, she was even on Animal Jam sort of.

-Fanon Masky, Hoody and Toby were invented by her. Fanon Masky was made PURELY out of spite for him. The first time they met was not pleasant, as he called her a brat. Lazari vowed to humiliate him in every way possible from that point forward. She found out that he hated children, hated Slenderman, hated Cheesecake, hated the texture of Crayons, and hated jokingly being called a twink by Toby.

All of that combined? You got the Crayon-having, Cheesecake-eating, Skinny, Scrawny, Slenderman dick-riding Fanon Masky that we all know and love. The other residents found out about this strange new version of him and it became so popular she drew individual fanarts of him and handed it to all of the residents. Even Slenderman has a picture of Cheesecake Masky on his Office Wall. Somehow Masky didn't find out about this until a long time after the fad ended.

In my AU Hoody is a selective mute who doesn't verbally communicate with anyone besides the Proxies, so he was deathly silent when he first met Lazari. She misunderstood this as him just being shy and so Shy UwU boy Hoody was made.

Fanon Toby is just a sarcastic persona Toby puts on to piss other people off. She misunderstood this as his REAL personality and alongside the waffles thing that Jeff and Ben always mentioned (Toby stopped liking Waffles long before Lazari came), Fanon Toby was made.

-She made the Dollmaker (yeah he exists) make her plushies of everyone in the Mansion + The Zalgo and a few of her OCs. What does she do with them, you may ask? She roleplays with them with Sally. They've made a bunch of random ships with this, and now they're both avid Slender x Zalgo shippers. They also ship EJ with a lot of people as he has such a versatile personality, but they mainly like EJ and Jeff.

Lazari also found out that Masky was sort of intimidated by Nurse Ann so she shipped them very vocally in front of him.

-She's a massive Sanrio-girl, and her favourite character is My Melody :D. She's watched the entirety of Onegai My Melody at least like sixteen times already.

-She tried to learn Japanese, and failed miserably. She can sometimes read Hiragana if Kagekao writes it really carefully.

-Her own handwriting is really terrible, almost illegible. It's a gift to be able to read anything she writes.

-She's a part of the Mansion's Literature Club, and Ben nicknames her the Natsuki of the club, as she's always insisting that Manga is literature.

-She argues with Slender, as he believes that comics and Manga shouldn't be considered literature, as they're all pictures and barely any words. Lazari TO THIS DAY debates him about it.

-About her demonic urges, they're manageable as long as you give her a random body part to chew on every once and a while. She doesn't lose her control like she once did when she first came, and she's not as dangerous anymore. She's like a saint compared to EJ.

-As she's a half-demon, she has some godly amount of brute force strength. She can carry someone thrice her size and force open any door, no matter how many locks are on it.

She also has an incredibly high pain tolerance. Once she got scratched up pretty bad by EJ when he was in a particularly bad Demonic State, the girl didn't even notice until Lulu noticed.

-About Lulu, she was actually assigned to show her around when she first arrived at the Mansion! Lulu had told Slender earlier that she wanted to take charge of whoever came after her, and has a really good relationship with Lazari. She's one of Lazari's favourite people.

-Her relationship with her dad is...strange. On one hand when she does get to visit they generally have a nice time, however due to how much she reminds him of his deceased little sister, sometimes he'll accidentally call her 'Lily', which dampens the mood a little bit.

-Stripes ADORES her. The two sisters are very close and Stripes just loves her so much, she even made her her Teddy Bear that she's famous for carrying around :3.

-She had a phase where she called herself an irl Yandere. Thankfully she stopped after like a month but it was very funny lol

-She loves Nightcore! And Trance Music, oddly enough. One of her favourite songs is 'Be Alive!' By Stian K. (Search up the song. If you recognise the song from a certain animation meme of her then you deserve all of my respect).

-Her favourite food is Chocolate Strawberries.

Okay, if you want to ask some more serious lore-related questions then go right ahead and I'll answer! I just have so much of Lazari since she was one of my comfort characters when I was little and first got into Creepypastas. I see a lot of myself in her and I'm so peeved that the fandom either completely ignores her or dislikes her, like she's got so much potential! She's an incredibly important character in my AU actually, and one day I'll make a post detailing her correlation with the greater story :3

Hope you enjoyed! If you're new to this blog and are just seeing this post, then I have an AU named 'Puppet Strings', with its own lore and interpretations of the characters. If you're curious, come check out my blog and you can ask me questions!

[gerrydelano]

DANNY GOING 💥 ANON HERE. HEWWO. I AM SO GLAD THIS ISN'T CANON

this is perhaps??? the 8th time im rewriting this??????????? but i keep coming back to it. you're one of my favourite authors period so i HAD to just fuckging. absorb all of this so i could process it correctly.

okay okay so

1. widower tim breaks my fucking heart. like really there is no way to properly convey this to you over the screen. like. his whole thing is love, right? it's why he's the witness in literally every iteration of the gtcu. so for him to have to actually Witness gerry's death and be the most broken i have seen him across three aus where the world ends in every one of them breaks me. beyond belief. you and ren made him my favourite (next to danny) and then some. waugh

1b. 'a spire in the fog' A LIGHTHOUSE WITHOUT A LIGHT, YOU COULD SAY?

1c. i don't remember the ronologue it was exactly but it said that marriage wasn't a serious consideration but wife is a nickname that gerry loves?

2. pink is jon's honesty colour. he is wearing a pink kurta. i am going to sob.

2b. the description of the sunny day that gerry died on makes me wail.

3. MELANIE'S EVERYTHING. I LOVE HER SO MUCH. I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE IDEA OF HER MAKING A MEMORIAL VIDEO FOR GERRY FEATURING ALL THE STATEMENT GIVERS WHO WE HELPED. TIMOTHY HODGE. CAROLINE. CALLUM.

4. divishah and the cocoa. god. actually rewinding a little to say that i made it to 'no more estrogen' before crying. sasha did lose a sister!!!! HER BROTHER DIED AND SO DID HER SISTER. FUCK

4b. okay back to the cocoa. that was really kind of her to come all the way down to the archives just to bring them all a treat i love her so much.

4c. SASHA LIKE. REVERSE WITNESSING TIM? IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT GOD. GOD GOD GOD /pos

4c(i) sasha and tim's sections ending the same then danny's ending as the inverse of that. they are the siblings 4ever.

5. DANNY. DANNY!

5b. okay i am really fucking pleased because i think i figured out a through line here. I will put it in a second ask because i need to back (9th time now!) to make sure i am correct so i will leave my miscellaneous observations here

danny only names himself in his dialogue once he recalls coming back when gerry can't

he calls himself the bull and Martin the tamer like how the contortionist did

tim standing in the doorway and blocking him out reminds me of hlm when danny comes to tims house the first time and tim refers the black out curtains he had to get bc of jon's stalking? that's like. the loosest connection ever lmao but it's a parallel and it hurts. (warm and solid vs cold and intangible...)

seconding this by the description of tim's eyes being the same way as the 'nothing. and nothing hurt' that keeps popping up in rtd.

also thanking you for letting danny cry? that sounds weird but it's nice to see a moc that just. is allowed to let it out. i am rotating him (all of them really) in my head

BOOM ANOOOON i'm so glad to see you! you really did just Infiltrate My Brain with that ask and i got completely overtaken and it feels like it's been more than 5 days ngl. thank you So much for the inspiration, i did have a lot of fun with this exercise, it was a challenge to kill my favorite LOL.

cracks knuckles here we go

1. widower tim breaks MY heart! "his whole thing is love, right?" you GET IT! his whole thing IS love! i can't see him as anything other than the witness at this point, even if pbr!witness is extremely different and Much Wetter than the original rtd!witness. him witnessing gerry's death in here is actually just fucking awful because he'd subsist on it in a very specific way; the arrangement renders it a suicide just as much as a murder. writing him this broken was so painful but so satisfying djhfkjdf tim is a worthy favorite to have! he's always been my favorite of the original archives crew, if it wasn't Blatantly Obvious by how much we center him LMAO.

1b. a lighthouse without a light.... you're krilling me, boom anon. shrimply krilling me.

1c. i believe it was the one about gerry being a transfem gay man!

2. pink! is the jon honesty color! yes!!!! he's been quite forthright this whole time i think, they're all really just. wondering what the point would be in anything else.

2b. i neeeeded that anachronism there so badly, just. it's a bright summer day! it's never actually raining or dreary when things like this happen (unless you recall that it was raining in venice when tim was drowned. that time it rained.) but generally, the world goes on. i think... i also just wanted that sunny day to be a little reminder of the kind of person gerry was at his core. symbolism etc etc.

3. i was SOOOO STUMPED ON MELANIE for a WHILE before i remembered she was a youtuber and then i exploded on the spot. her video is titled "the long overdue absolution of gerard keay" and she works for six months to make it perfect and it gets a lot of bad attention and skeptics but mostly condolences and maybe even a few people who had their own experiences but didn't recognize who he was until they saw a picture of him smiling. she'd include selfies they'd taken together as proof of her knowing him. i'm crying a little.

4. sasha losing a sister is a phrase i had a hard time with because there are so many ways to read it, like. that was her best friend's wife, and so kind of her sister that way, but also just. a sister. no more estrogen. no more joy.

4b. divshah is a sweet and thoughtful little bee girl and i am so sorry to her forever because people definitely make fun of her but GERRY NEVER DID! GERRY NEVER DID!

4c. sasha reverse witnessing tim GUHHHH yep! yep! her whole corruption thing is about grief, too, it crosses lines! they all have to do with loss in one way or another!

4c(i). YES YOU NOTICED THE INVERSE YESSSS my work here is complete

5. DANNY INDEED! FUCK!

5b. 9 times jhbfkjnfkjn wildman! i'm crying again!

observations:

YES I AM SO GLAD YOU NOTICED THAT TOO i didn't want him to name himself much in his pov section but i needed to use it there and GUH. you are the most observant and you made my night jdfhbdk

always comes back to the bullfighter and the bleeding man dunnit

that's a fun connection to make tbh!!!! i was saying to ren today "you know what'd Suck the most? if tim didn't even let him in the house and they just talked in the doorway" and they were like "then you have to do it. if it sucks the most that's what you have to do." and YEP! it sucks the most to me!!!! for precisely that reason!

tim's eyes also hurt me like hi mr. spooky man maybe work on that a little bit please g-d you're gonna scare a small child like that. very good connection to rtd though you are NAILING IT and i am over the MOON.

danny crying is extremely important to me for that reason too yes g-d. like. all the other men cried in this, too (especially tim YIKES, MAN) but something about letting danny just weep openly and in such a human way felt like. g-d he's needed this for such a long time. so much longer than anybody is able to count. he needed to let that out and be held through it and he needed to accept that comfort and it's not the first time, really! i try not to be too restrained with letting characters cry because there are a thousand reasons that somebody might like, feel good about seeing it just play out naturally and without shame.

thank you so much for your observations and your enthusiasm and just, everything, jfhbkjnfkjn gosh WOW thank you!

[clueingforbeggs]

For the writing ask meme: 11, 26, and 33!

This is a little embarrassing but I never get asks for writing memes so I reblogged it expecting nothing and I have not prepared myself for questions so uh... Give me a minute to find the thing again.

Right, got it.

11- Three tropes that are fine but overrated.

Coffee-Shop AU, Soulmate AU, A/B/O. I have written two of those tropes, and will read some of the third, but some people treat all three like they're the best things ever and I don't really get it that much?

26 - What would you describe as OOC?

Anything that makes me go 'I don't think X would say/do that even in that situation.' Also, I don't generally think OOC is bad, everyone interprets characters and people differently, and some crack fic relies on OOC. It's very rare, actually, even with serious fic, that I'll stop reading due to characters being OOC.

33 - Give your writing a compliment.

I think I do well at writing comedic moments.

[junsei-draws-rotasu]

You talking about a Lego Monkie Kid and TMNT 2012 and/or ROTTMNT crossover and/or reincarnation crossover au thing brings me so much joy. Can't tell u how much I now that in my life as someone who loves both TMNT and LMK so much.

I gotta say though, Rise Donnie as MK is a bit of a odd choice (would probably be very funny though). But I know that is like, the crack take, I think.

Also gotta ask, TMNT 2012 (or ROTTMNT) reincarnated into LMK crossover (au), who would u put to be reincarnated as who? Either a crack take or a more legit take and/or both?

To me, I could see, depending on the story I am going for or the character stuff I am going for or whatever, it could go many different ways. But I just wanted to see ur/others take(s) on it as well.

ROTTMNT LMK reincarnation AU(Really needs a name) is something more crack-ish for me to write. Considering when I thought who to put in each version, I thought it would be funny to have Donnie to be MK.

I could’ve chosen Lowe-key when Macaque was revive to suddenly have Donnie’s memories, but no. I chosen Mikey because I think him being Macaque is funny as well. Leo is coming close to second to Macaque

And April is obviously Mei. Cassandra can be Red Son lmaoooo

In ROTTMNT, nothing is really hold serious there, and I prefer it that way.

But TMNT 2012, I would say Mikey is MK. Rather basic but those are the best.

Tang Shen is related to Tang(cuz name and stuff), and Macaque is somehow roped into the Hamato life because he got acquaintance with Shen. How? Not sure yet.

Really debating hard if Mei to have reincarnated memories or not. Like do I want her as Mei, and actually a human friend that likes the Hamato because they didn’t save her or have April or Karai to be her.

While Mikey’s brothers is either still the same but different species eggs that Splinter had the sudden urge to steal and have no regrets on doing so or Im taking some characters in LMK to be reincarnated.

Unless we go to the crazy, dark, and depressing timeline where Mikey is the only one reincarnated and didn’t that like, so he decided to use his clones and use glamour on them and ta-da! Hamato family 2.0!

I really can’t do IDW right now since it’s not yet finished and I don’t have access to Vol 14

But if I finally finished 1987 TMNT, you can bet your pizzas that MK is Raph. Sassy little shit that breaks the fourth wall soooo much.

Sadly, for the TMNT movies, I really have no thoughts on them. 2003 is something in my watch list, that I will live blog. Surprisingly, the only spoiler I had is SAINW, Shredder is a Krang, Bishop ain’t a robot, Leatherhead is a scientist, Casey And April, and Baxter is a brian.

Mirage TMNT… i had barely past the first issue, so I’m a blank slate when it comes to them

[modelingtale]

MODELINGSTLE -FFUTURE HEROS MY AU

DEVASTATION -RESURETION-NARRATION

Aidan (1th son of Write sans and Eeva)

Age:24

likes: rare meat

Represents: Devastation,

(natural or otherwise)

powers: he can invoke plagues,

diseases, cause earthquakes,

hurricanes, open portals, calm tisunames,

set fire if he gets too angry he can use the

mortal touch, where he disintegrates any attack

or weapon he touches, in addition to energy.

you can hear him coming closer because he

feels the dog shake and if he gets too mad

the sky will start to darken even in the

doodle sphere

personality:

easily irritated, serious, moody,

likes to be alone, hates hugs, tries

to play tough, is kind to whom he

knows very well, always has a neutral expression,

and always tries to protect his sisters from trouble.

was born due to the fight between his future

parents, in addition to the added chaos

outside and all the ausions.

his hair isn't frozen he looks like a moving fire.

CE (creative energy)

deathtouch: 50% of your energy disappears

tisunames: 25% each

hurricanes: 20% each

earthquakes or cracks in the ground: 15%

pests and diseases: 10%

Zoe Write

Surname: AU

Age: 18

Daughter of Write sans And Eeva

Personality: loves helping others, cheerful,

pleasant company, good listener, docile,

angelic, she really cares about everyone,

she hates injustice, courage is her middle

name and bravery too, da I appreciate the simple things

and the big things it doesn't matter who you

are she will always care, ten that you fly don't

hurt her or hurt someone for free without any

reason, hates SELFISH people.

Representative of LIFE, RESURRECTION

and RENEWAL

powers: she has the same powers as

her parents, can revive dead monsters,

can write anything to make it come true,

can create monsters using her soft and deep

feeling to believe she is alive, but the most important

power she has is to create AUs so much so that her

nickname is not AU for nothing, unlike her parents

she only has 100 CE (creativity energy, to create a

world she only uses 45% of her energy,

to revive a monster 20%, to create big things 30 %,

medium things 15% small things 5, multiples 17%,

complex temporary things 20%, fast-living things 10%,

to replenish she eats her favorite food, cookies!

she loves cookies.

who she will hate the most: INK SANS

she can revive AUs, she can fix AUs

that are out of order or incomplete,

she can give permanent abilities and

feelings to incomplete monsters,

NO MONSTERS FULL OF NATURE

SHE CANNOT GIVE PERMANENT

ABILITIES OR FEELINGS ARE TEMPORARY,

when reviving the monster or dead

humans they continued remembering

what happened to them in the past

(just like their mother when she revives

them), but if they reset the world

they forget what happened in the past.

manages to visit The world of

"SUPREME CREATORS"(us)

can get out of comics or

rewrite and read thought bubbles

Serena

surname: Booky

Personality: cute, strong personality, dark, realistic, mysterious,

interesting, not very afraid, loves to read and acquire

knowledge, quiet, very lonely and quiet, sometimes

you can see her close her eyes in a very cute position

in her flying book, she can end up sleeping, since she

only stays behind her brothers because she hardly says anything.

her attacks border on perfection and harmony

and elegance and in a deadly way.

powers: her powers are very dangerous,

she can use normal attacks like summoning

blades and deadly needles instead of bones...

however... her greatest power is extremely

dangerous and she doesn't talk to anyone,

not just her father her mother and her

brothers know, she has the NARRATIVE

power that is if she reads a book aloud or

narrates some action of some character

that will happen whether the user wants it or not,

that's why her father asked her never to read anything

in a loud voice or avoid narrating the lives of other characters..Representation of Fanfictions

and undertale Novels, all

written history it represents.

favorite food: mashmellow

narrating does not spend

DE (healing energy)

spends 10% of his energy to

make Sai Japanese swords each.

spends 5% making each needle;

My caracters Zoe, Serena and Aidam:@teensadventuresstudio @modelingtale

[leewonkyeom]

Naurrr i literally shed my blood sweat and tears trying to come up with a username 😭 like all the usernames I typed in were taken somehow (even the most down bad ones like Jaehyunleftbuttcheek)

YOU'RE SO RIGHT Chan is being a real threat nowadays 😭😭 he is a good brother figure but like...he been looking a bit TOO fine recently... especially that one back it up performance pic of his (you definitely know what I'm talking about I'll still put that pic in tho)

This was my last straw.

Pls not shua bias wrecking both of us like damn dude don't do this to me T^T vernon and hoshi are fighting for their spots in my svt bias unit 😭 (or they just have to make more space)

I love how we both had vernon in mind when Spiderman au was mentioned lol he fits in a bit too perfectly <33

with the Jeonghan one I was saying that if anyone decided to make a Spiderman au with him he would be Mary Jane or Gwen Stacy and the reader would be in the place of Peter Parker! (It's biblically accurate cause I'm the one down bad and desperate for hannie) If Vernon is Spidey then ofc reader would be his mj/Gwen

Ooh a Avengers au sounds interesting!! It could either be a serious fic or a crack smau I kinda had a similar idea for a while now but instead of Avengers it's teen titans! i would eat the Avengers au up if you ever decided to write it anyways which Avengers would be who? I'm assuming cheol would be iron man and Woozi would be Cap??

Oh Scandinavia! I have heard those things don't phase ya'll much but i didn't know ya'll were chill like that! The culture I'm from is more sort of reserved?? Things like that are very taboo so in a million years i would NEVER watch any media with adult scenes with my family T^T

I was able to sit through sex education (on my own ofc) it's actually a pretty good series but i haven't watched the recent episodes yet

Ida is still a very cute nickname I love it!! I was gonna go by my government name too but it's kinda weird to pronounce and just doesn't suit as much as Jolene does 😭

WAIT YOU'RE A JOJO FAN?? omgomg what are your favourite parts and characters⁉️

lmao i love that😭😭 i love those jaehyunsleftbuttcheek names on some level, but the name you have now is sm cuter!! i think it turned out well

NO CAUSE ALL I'M ABLE TO SEE IS THAT DINO PIC I AM NOT WELL😭😭 dino literally shows up in all my pulls😭 like i have two carat versions of this guy😭 AND HE ALWAYS LOOKS SO FINE

i agree. personally my bias line is ot13😌���� always room for everyone

vernon is absolutely perfect😭 so perfect that i didn't even really think about reader being a spider creature instead of him😭😭 but that actually sounds like a good idea... i'll think about it. also seems easier to execute than a whole avengers type thing😭

i agree that cheol would be iron man, but cao is 100% shua😭 like he's captain AMERICA. i imagine woozi more like hulk😭 ig wonwoo or mingyu would fit too, but they don't get angry often enough tbh. so mingyu's more of a thor maybe?

like i watched the entire game of thrones series with my mom😭 like it's awkward still, but definitely nothing more than that. like i am shocked the way some people on the internet treat sex, bc in my culture it's seen as such a normal thing🥴 i'm also not caught up on sec education lmao

thank you!! no, but that'd definitely fair. besides i love the name jolene so i get it 100%

i feel like almost everyone who likes kpop also likes anime? but yes!! my fave part is part 4 (i've only watched until part 5 though whoops, but i know who jolyne is dw) and fave character is josuke. what about you?

[pedgito]

oh man i love that modern au with bestfriend!eddie but i need more re: his best dickpic ever! like how much heat is he packing in said dickpic? and what makes it so good? angle? lighting? is the dick in question perhaps adorned with a festive lil hat? more plz!

author’s note: a part two to this, doesn’t have to be read as a pair but you can if you want! i crack myself up every time i write stuff like this because it’s so eddie.

cw: 18+ (minors dni) lots of dick talk, modern!eddie, mentions of drunk sex, bestfriend!eddie, platonic soulmates (small mention to them being like siblings metaphorically) if i missed anything lmk.

word count: 1k

“I swear I’m not judging or anything, but like,” Eddie peers up at you from where his head is resting in your lap, body stretched out along the rest of the bed as the movie played on amidst his sudden need for conversation, “why don’t you stop using the apps if it keeps happening?”

“Do you hear yourself, Eddie?” You ask, eyes narrowing at him from above, your own hair curtaining his face as you glance down. “I have to stop because it’s me being assaulted with dick pics, not the other way around—you are…such a guy that it pains me to even think about.”

And it’s a bigger shot to his ego than he’s expecting, gasping dramatically through his very obviously hurt gaze.

“I need better content,” You tell him, “and considering this standing relationship I have with your dick, I’d really appreciate it if you'd step up your game.”

“Okay, that really hurts.” Eddie says dejectedly, “My dick is pretty, you can’t deny that.”

You shrug, “It’s up there, but I’ve seen several—it could easily get lost in the bunch.”

“See this,” Eddie flicks between you and him, “is why we’d never work.”

“Say that to two weeks ago when you crawled into my bed drunk and naked,” You retort, forcing Eddie to relive that embarrassing memory, “seemed to work pretty well then.”

“We were both drunk,” Eddie states as a matter of fact, “and if I remember correctly, you were just as eager.”

It was a small blip in your friendship and nothing that could ruin it, neither of you remembered much anyways—but it was definitely enjoyable.

“We gotta get festive, it���s the holidays,” You tell him, “spruce the pics up a bit, it’s getting boring.”

“I told you that you couldn’t use this stuff as blackmail.” Eddie tells you vehemently, “So whatever is going on in that head of yours, it stays between us.”

“Eddie, I love you,” You tell him seriously, “I would never do that to you—but as my best friend, you’re sorta obligated.”

Eddie snorts, shoving your amused smile out of view with his fingers as they push at your cheek, forcing you away so he could sit up fully, movie forgotten.

“Hit me with it.” Eddie says, your smile growing wider.

If only he knew.

“I feel like there’s a kink for this somewhere on the internet.” Eddie notes, holding up the small Christmas hat between his fingers—the perfect size for, well, his dick.

You snickered evilly, “Don’t forget these,” You mentioned, holding up the battery powered Christmas light necklace, “—oh shit, I almost forgot.”

Eddie reers back slightly, eyeing you carefully as you dipped into the bag on your bed.

“Absolutely fucking not,” Eddie says sternly, noting the fluffy reindeer ears and red nose squeezed in your palm, holding his hands up defensively as you approached, “not just no—but fuck no, sweetheart.”

“You’re no fun.” You pout, tossing the items on the bed.

“Tell me the deal again?” Eddie asks, gathering the items in his hand, phone clutched to his chest in the other.

“Dinner on me for a week and I’ll do the dishes,” You tell him, “don’t try to meddle your way into more.”

Eddie smirks fondly, “Had me at dinner, babe.”

Eddie disappears briefly to his own room—to, as he would say, take care of business. You’re not sure what he does, keeping your mind from straying too far. After the drunk escapades a couple weeks prior, there was always something there—nothing serious or tangible, but it was blatantly obvious that you found each other attractive.

It was a shame that you two butt heads like siblings and hate each other in every other sense of the idea of an actual relationship.

Eddie leaves his room about twenty minutes later looking a little more flush in the face, shirtless and his sweats hanging low on his waist. You laughed through your nose, sizing him up. He attempts to hand the decoration back to you.

“Burn it,” You grimace, “you know I only needed pics, right?”

Eddie’s still surprised at how easily you can read him.

“I was trying to sweeten the pot a little,” He shrugs, “got you a video, free of charge.”

“Oh, you spoil me.” You tell him with a forced smile, glancing at your phone as it dinged a few times.

“Quality over quantity, sweetheart.” He grins darkly, nodding toward your phone. “That should keep the creeps at bay.”

It’s terrible how well you’d memorized his dick, smiling with amusement as you scrolled through the pictures after he’d finally left you alone. As annoying as Eddie could be, he was an expert at angles, lighting, the whole thing—they were tasteful, but so outrageous that they would surely scare off the desperate men in your messages.

“Thoughts?” He asks, peeking around the frame of your bedroom door when he hears you giggling to yourself.

“I’m not giving you another ego boost.” You tell him, a grin spreading over his face.

“You don’t have to,” Eddie says confidently, “I can see it on your face.” Because despite how well you knew Eddie, he knew you even better.

Now, if only he had the same luck with people as you—not that he was asking for any unsolicited dick pics but his luck with dating had been nothing short of abysmal.

“I’ll send the cute ones your way,” You smile warmly, “long as they’re willing.”

Eddie presses his hand over his heart tenderly, crossing the small distance to your bed to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, mumbling a soft, “Love you.”

Not that you needed to hear it, you already knew.

Please consider a reblog if you enjoyed this fic! It’s makes a huge difference. ♡

[twst-drabbles]

Grim 1

Summary: This is the beginning of how you and Grim meet, sorta. The difference? The world you were born was not void of monsters. In fact… You are one.

(I have a big love for cosmic horror and eldritch beings and just decided, fuck it, Eldritch Prefect AU. Well, half-eldritch Prefect. Eh, might make it into a full fledged fanfiction one day considering the amount of ideas I have in mind, but for now, I’m just gonna write out small snippets of it since nothing is cohesive yet.. Mind you, this AU will be taken in a serious light, as that is my preferred method)

Stupid college, stupid carriage. There is untapped greatness within Grim, he can feel it, he knows it! But if everyone is too stupid to even stop for a second to notice it, he’ll make people see it and bow down to it. Everyone deserves to witness him as he becomes the most powerful magician in the world!

But first, he needs a robe. Sure, he doesn’t have much of a need for them, but a great magician in training like him needs one. He must look his best.

…that and he knows he’ll get kicked out of here, but he’d rather not give that feeling any words so he pushed that down.

With amazing grace that only he is capable of, Grim managed to sneak past that weird man in the crow mask and he spots a coffin that’s a bit more isolated than all the others floating in the air. “Gates,” they were, or so that weird man uttered, dismayed at how many of them there were.

Well, one student wouldn’t be missed. He’d be taking their place after all! This person should be honored that they’re the first stepping stone to his road of fame. Still though…Grim can’t help but wonder this gate was so far away from the others.

Oh well, no use on wondering on that. He’s got a robe to get before the ceremony starts! He can’t be late for his debut.

Grim approaches the gate, getting his little paws under whatever gap there was, and pulled. Of course, it wasn’t that simple. The lid was too heavy, refused to give way from his prize. Then he heard footsteps echoing in this large chamber of a room.

Well, if this gate refuses to open up to him, he’ll just have to make it.

With his perfectly mastered magic, Grim let the flames from his breath consume the lid. Hehehe, nothing can truly resist his fire! Grim couldn’t help but twirl in the air, kicking out his feet at his own skills.

“Fire?” A sleepy voice, almost yawning out the word, sounded out from beneath the gate’s lid. Like an infection, it grabbed at Grim, seeking to sink deeper into his head with its multiple layers.

Grim’s bones went cold. Wasn’t the student inside supposed to be asleep? And isn’t there only supposed to be only one student in each gate? But Grim shook his head. He came here to become a magician, and if there is more than one person inside, well that’s just more chances for him to grab a uniform. He just needs to be sneaky about it. Nab one and go.

Grim shoved his paws under the lid once more, grinning as the lid started to move even though the skin underneath his fur started to shiver harder and harder. The coffin finally gave a small crack into it’s dark depths. He could see the pretty gold designs on the sleeve winking at him, taunting him to take it and wear as it own.

But before he could shove the lid open the rest of the way, a powerful force bashed the lid for him, nearly taking his claws with it. Grim gave a shrill yell, but nothing more as his eyes were forced to focus on the five large black tendrils that punched the gate open, pulsing with shifting blue-white veins as they retracted.

Grim wouldn’t know how to explain it. It seemed as though the very air around this area started to eat at the lights. The weight of that lid was nothing compared to the fear that weighted his lungs down. His ears refused to take in the confused voices of the other students, seeming nothing more than static to him.

Something grabbed the edge of the gate. He wanted to say it was a hand, it had the sleeve, but for whatever reason, he didn’t want to acknowledge it as a limb. A limb implies just one. Grim felt like he was watching multiple little ones. Fingers felt more correct, but also not.

The being in there sat up. The colors weren’t right, rippling about in a vague shape of a person, shifting the robes in such a hypnotizing pattern that Grim could only watch as it swiftly jumped out.

Only then did you look human.

Normal skin, normal hair, normal amount of limbs.

“Where am I?”

And a normal voice.

“H-ha—” Grim found his voice, feeling the need to say something, but when your head twitched in his direction, Grim flung himself right behind the flaming coffin. He can’t look into your eyes. He knows he can’t.

And you ran out the door just as other people started to pile in trying to see what made such a loud boom. They would only find a burnt coffin and a lid split in half.

Grim could only wait. When they too were gone, Grim suddenly gave a yowl so loud it shook his whole body.

“I forgot my uniform!”

Fear? He doesn’t know them. If he let’s himself be scared by someone like you, he’ll never be able to reach his dreams!

[loving-august]

a shoulder to lean on.

๑.pairings: sukuna x fem!reader

๑.genre: angst, comfort, non-sorcery au, fluff if you squint, college au, a tad bit of crack + sfw!!

๑.synopsis: through ups and downs, he was there always for you, even a shoulder to lean on.

๑.warnings: breakup, a comforting sukuna, violent language, mentions of smoking, drinking, suggestive joke, rusty writing?!?!?! just enjoy ok?? :))

๑.wc: 0.9k [918]

๑.links: navigation | jjk.masterlist | taglist form (general)

The rain was strong. Sukuna looked at the wall clock to look at the time.

10:43 p.m

He mindlessly changed channels on his tv, looking for something interesting to watch. But to his dismay, there is nothing to watch on. He took a bottle of beer beside him and began to drink it.

The knock on the door made the pink-haired man groan. The sounds of knocking won't stop at all. He stood up and was ready to shout at someone who was disturbing his rainy night drink in his own living room. He opened the door to see a small figure, it was you.

Your eyes are all puffed up from crying. And the bags on your eyes screamed lack of sleep, especially when you came into his apartment all looking wet, with just the leather jacket you were wearing.

You gave him a weak smile. "Hey 'kuna."

He pulled you inside because of the strong rain. As much as he wanted to let out incoherent noises about his place, all sogged up and wet due to the rain. He can't, because you were here, all looking miserable.

He rushed out to his room and grabbed a thick towel from his drawer and gave it to you. You mumbled a small thanks and started to dry your hair. 

He sat down on the sofa as you stood there beside the sofa. "What happened?" he asked.

"He cheated, i caught him fucking some girl on the couch." Your voice was breaking and couldn't handle the pain in your chest as you think once again on how your so-called boyfriend, and now labeled as 'ex'. It was hurtful and traumatizing.

As soon as he heard about the context, he curled up his hands into a fist and it was shaking due to anger, "that fucker…" he muttered. 

"Hey sukuna," you called him. He looked at you with your hair now dried up. "Was I not enough for him?" you asked. He scratched his head and sighed. He sat down beside you.

"No, you were enough, it was his loss for being dumb shit like he already was." He told you. You chuckled lightly. You rested your head on his shoulder. 

You chuckled, "Thank you sukuna, I know it's a lot for handling my relationships, me crying in our fights, and you are really there for me whenever I need a shoulder to lean on. Your girlfriend would be really lucky if you had one you know," you playfully punched his muscly arm.

Oh how much he wanted to tell you this.

"Am I? Never seen that coming." He chuckled.

"Come on, with your brooding evil and handsome look, your academic achievement despite the constant physical fights that you had. I'm surprised you didn't get a girlfriend." You said.

"Nah," he took two bottles of beer and gave you one, "i have one in my mind," he confessed and you opened the bottle and took a drink. 

You clicked your tongue, "so, who is this…lucky girl?" You asked. Then you took a couple of gulps and you placed the bottle down on the table in front of you. 

"If i told you, will everything change?"

"Depending on the answer. Who is it? Is it uraume?"

He made an 'are you serious' look on you, "her? fuck no!" He declines.

You drank your beer once again, "then who?" You asked once again.

Sukuna was the type not to hesitate on things he wants to say, he doesn't give a shit on his comments whether you're very close to him, he just straight up says brutal yet honest opinions that fits to his description. But this time, he quickly thinks about how he will answer your question. Should he? Or should he not?

But then again, fuck it.

"What if I say it's you?" 

You gave him a confused look, "me? You're way too drunk 'kuna. give it a rest." You replied.

"You really think that I got drunk over 5 bottles? Try again." He chuckled.

You took a sip from your beer. You paused for a moment to think, was he really joking? 

"Are you really sure about this….whole 'me' thing?" You asked again. 

"Yes, and I am sure." He confirmed.

You cracked a smile, "for how long?"

"Way before that you and that fucker dated." He took another sip from his drink. 

You move your eyes to your hands, watching as you fidget. You clearly had no idea or whatever his feelings towards you. It's like, your instincts never really did work on him. You chuckled at the thought you got cheated and never felt the instincts way before kicking in, how foolish.

Sukuna clicked his tongue and sighed to break the ice. "I really said that huh…guess 'm tipsy then," he turned off the tv, "don't worry i won't force ya or anything." He added.

But the unexpected turn made him turn his head over you.

You were laughing.

“Wow..I guess I'm the one who’s tipsy then?” you said in a tired yet happy voice. Sukuna took your bottle and put them on the table. 

“You know you’re one of a shitty lightweight who happens to be the one who’s at fault for making me do things,” he said. You carelessly leaned your head onto his shoulder. “Just…give me time, yeah? And besides, my shirt is wet and my bra is visible now.” you said and let out a small laugh.

“I might romanticize that.” 

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BTS DRABBLE

You've always liked writing-getting lost in a world where nothing matters but the storyline and black words on a white page-but this time, this time everything you're writing about is a little too realistic. Especially when the two main characters are your very good looking pair of best friends. Your crush on them both is (hopefully) a secret, but the way they look at each other is unmistakable. And the only way you can think to be involved with them-in that way-is to write yourself in. Even if it never actually happens.

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, Fluff, Crack, BTS x you, BTS x reader, Taekook x reader, Taekook x you, Kim Taehyung, Taehyung, V, Jeon Jungkook, Jungkook, Taehyung x you, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x you, Jungkook x reader, College AU, Boyfriend AU

Genre: Fluff, Crack

Title: Fanfiction

"Hey, (Y/N), look at this."

Taehyung's voice and the sound of your name has you looking up from the paper you're trying to write, eyes still adjusting from the bright computer screen, when something hits you square in the forehead.

There is a peal of laughter from the opposite side of the room.

"Ow, dammit, Taehyung!" You cry out, reaching up to unstick the spit wad from your skin as you flip it to the floor of the living room in disgust. You shoot him a glare over your reading glasses. "Really? I'm trying not to fail this class. Unlike some people."

Taehyung rolls his eyes and leans back onto his elbows, long body stretched along the floor. He shoots you a cheeky grin-all teeth and pink lips-that has your thoughts stuttering to a sudden halt on the tip of your tongue.

"C'mon, baby. Don't be so sour. I'm just trying to lighten the mood before I die of boredom."

"First of all, I'm not your baby."

But god, you wish you were.

You point your pen in his direction, eyes drawn back to the computer screen unwittingly. "Second of all," You look back up at him and stick your tongue out in his direction. "These papers are due tomorrow, Kim Taehyung. And I'm not writing yours for you last minute."

"Yah." He sinks back and stares at the ceiling, dark curls flopping into his eyes as he lets out a long sigh before whining. "Don't be like that, (Y/N)."

"No, I'm serious." You wave the pen at his reclined form just as Jungkook emerges from the kitchen, a bag of chips open in his hands, pencil pushed behind his ear. "If you don't do this and fail, I'm not saving your ass this time. Count me out."

"He's not focusing?" Jungkook queries, sitting down on the couch beside you, crossing long legs beneath him, as he offers you a chip from the bag, eyes drawn to the still unmoving Taehyung, a small smile on his lips. "Honestly, man, you gotta get through this or we're never gonna get to the fun part of tonight."

At his words, Taehyung sits up suddenly, eyes bright and shining with excitement, pink full lips parted in an eager gasp. "The part of the night where we take the stick out of (Y/N)'s ass and use it to roast marshmallows?"

"Ha ha." You say dryly, shooting him another glare, as he gives you another heart stopping grin. "I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten."

"He didn't." Jungkook supplies helpfully, speaking around the chips in his mouth. "He was still there when I got there."

"Okay, that's it!" Taehyung vaults himself up from the floor and tackles Jungkook onto the couch, the rolling and flailing bodies of the two tussling boys jostling you as you hold your computer away from their kicking feet.

"Seriously??" You shriek out, curling yourself onto the couch arm, away from the fight. "We are never going to finish this damn assignment!"

Taehyung comes out on top, pinning Jungkook beneath the weight of his body, eyes triumphant and dark curls wild, chest heaving. They're evenly matched in height and weight, but Jungkook is ridiculously strong and you both know it.

"I win." Jungkook quips casually, as Taehyung keeps him immobile on the couch.

"I have you pinned." Taehyung points out breathlessly from astride the other boy, dark eyes suddenly slightly confused.

"Oh. I know." Jungkook smirks, and the words are as loaded as they seem.

You almost choke on your spit.

Covering the sound up with an irritated cough, you push yourself up from the arm of the couch, cheeks suddenly hot, trying not to look at your best friends, as you snap out sharply, "That's it. I'm going to my room and locking the door. This paper has to get done one way or another and you two are nothing but a distraction."

A terrible, beautiful, confusing, distraction.

Fingers looping around your wrist stop you in your warpath away from the couch.

"We're sorry, (Y/N). We promise." Jungkook looks up at you with huge, innocent doe eyes, and you almost melt into a puddle on the spot. Add in the feeling of his warm, soft fingers on your own skin, and you already know you're going to give into anything he asks. "Please stay. We'll focus. Right, TaeTae?"

Jungkook elbows Taehyung, who know slouches next to him on the couch.

"Ow!" He yelps, shooting a glare in the younger's direction, before he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily at the stern look Jungkook is giving him. He glances over to you, and raises his brows, disappearing into the dark strands of his hair. "Yeah, yeah. I promise or whatever."

"So you'll stay, right?" Jungkook queries hopefully, turning that doe eyed stare back on you with full force, and you know you've already lost.

"Fine." You sit back down beside them, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as Jungkook lays his arm along the couch behind you and leans in to read what you've already written on the computer.

He smells like pine and rain and downy.

You swallow, and force yourself to focus, fingers taking up position on the keyboard once more. "But one more strike, and you're both out."

*****

"C'mere, (Y/N)." Taehyung purrs with half lidded eyes, flicking his fingers at you from where he lies on the bed, Jungkook's head resting on his bare chest, dark hair a tangled mess beneath his chin.

You hesitate in the doorway, but your heart is pumping inside of your chest at a million miles an hour, and you can't deny the way your body reacts to the two of them.

"Yeah, (Y/N)." Jungkook speaks up, voice husky and low, pupils dark and blown in the dim lighting of the room against his caramel irises. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and the movement has your stomach clenching in a pleasant way. "Join us."

"Are you working on homework again?"

Taehyung's deep, real life, voice has you startling in your chair and choking on your own saliva.

"Jes-" You start to swear, but suddenly remember what's lit up on your computer screen, and slam the machine shut, before whirling in your chair to face him, long body reclined on your bed. "Ever heard of knocking?!"

"Eh." He shrugs one shoulder lackadaisically, an annoying smirk crossing his full lips as he regards you. "I didn't think you'd be doing anything interesting." He cocks a dark brow at you. "Wait. Were you doing something interesting?"

"No!" You blurt out, and your cheeks go crimson, because, way to be subtle, (Y/N), you're totally crushing this.

Taehyung sits up now, interest piqued, and leans toward you, eyes flicking to the closed screen on your desk. His eyes are alight, and though his tone is teasing, you know he's so curious he's about to die. "Baby, c'mon. We've been best friends for years. Tell me what you were writing."

"It's seriously nothing, Taehyung." You stutter back, before shooting him a glare. "And don't call me baby. You know I hate that nickname."

"Why?" Taehyung asks, and something shifts in his gaze, something a little dangerous washing over his chocolate eyes, as he gets up off the bed and comes toward you. He leans over you, hands on either of the chair's arm rests, and you think you're going to pass out, because he's so damn close, and he smells so damn good. "Does it do something for you when I call you that, baby?"

You swallow hard, and gathering every last shred of willpower in your body, shove him away from you. "Not in the slightest. Now get out. Seriously."

Taehyung laughs, holding up his hands, and grins at you, all white teeth and amusement now. The dark tint from earlier completely gone from his eyes, so quickly you think maybe you imagined it.

"All right, all right. I'm leaving." He goes for the door, but pauses, long fingers clasping the door knob, before he shoots you one last teasing glance over his shoulder. "Just know, I'll find out somehow. Someday, I'll figure out what you're keeping from me."

With that, he leaves, and you sink back into your desk chair, heart racing and breath short, for more than one reason.

*****

"You like Jungkook." You whimper out, as Taehyung cages you against the door, eyes dark, intentions unclear. You look anywhere but at him, because you're afraid if you do, you'll burst into flames on the spot.

"Yeah, and?" Taehyung cocks his head, lips pulling up into a cocky smirk, a smirk that has you desperately wanting to hit him and kiss him at the same time. "He knows I like you too."

"But-" You manage to get out, before your words are gone, all thoughts completely silent, as Taehyung's lips touch the juncture of your jawline and throat.

"We have that in common right?" Taehyung purrs, voice so deep you're not sure what to do with yourself. "You like Jungkook too, yeah, baby?"

And as if Taehyung has summoned him by the murmur of his name, Jungkook is suddenly there, and you're sure you're about to die, as he leans against the door beside the two of you, casually watching Taehyung drag his lips up and down the column of your throat.

"Yeah, you like me too, right (Y/N)?" Jungkook murmurs, and his voice is different, careful and quiet, but something burning just beneath the surface. His fingers find the pulse point of your wrist, stroking some nonsensical pattern there and when you manage to look at him, his eyes are dark, mirroring the look in Taehyung's.

"If you like us both, and we both like you, then maybe there's a solution to all this."

"Hey! (Y/N)!"

Jungkook slides into the seat beside you at the table, all windblown and gorgeous, and you slam the computer shut, embarrassed about how worked up you had been just imagining things in your own head.

Okay, so you had been a little ballsy, writing in the library in the middle of your break from classes, but when else were you going to work on your story?

"Jungkook!" You manage to say his name without a stutter, and you're proud of yourself, considering the thoughts you had just been thinking about him and your other best friend before he had arrived, still pounding heart testament to the effect those thoughts had had. "You're out early."

"Yeah well." He shrugs, slinging his backpack onto the table, doe eyes wide and bright, as he grins at you, bunny teeth on full display. "We had a pop quiz. And then she let us go after we were done."

"Cool!" You try to be enthusiastic, but the closed computer beneath your hand feels like it's burning a hole in your skin. You don't know how much longer you can keep this secret.

Or any of them, your brain whispers.

"You wanna get coffee?" You ask, desperately trying to stay out of your own head, as you gather your supplies and stuff them into your backpack, unable to look at Jungkook, because you're sure your cheeks are burning and your distress is apparent. "I was just finishing up."

"Of course I do." Jungkook stands, and linking his elbow through yours, he pulls you toward the library doors. "C'mon. I'll text Tae to meet us there."

"Great." You mutter under your breath, as you try to control the pounding of your traitorous heart and the warning bells wailing in your head.

*****

"All right. Fess up."

You glance up from where you're lying on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through social media on your phone.

The confusion must be clear on your face, because Taehyung puts his hands on his hips and gives you a pointed stare, as if you'll realize what he's talking about if he stares at you long enough.

"What?" You ask, still confused, glancing behind him to the open door, which you just now realize they have left open. You sit up and glare at the two men. "Hey! What the hell? Shut my front door after you barge in here!"

"She's trying to change the subject. "Jungkook speaks up from beside Taehyung, pointing in your direction, and suddenly you're worried, because if Taehyung has managed to pull him into this-sweet, passive Jungkook-then it must actually be serious.

"Right. He's right." Taehyung glances at Jungkook and then back to you, lips set into a thin line. "Don't change the subject, (Y/N)."

"Seriously? I'll just do it myself." You mutter under your breath, tossing your phone aside, as you get up and stalk past both of them to slam the front door shut. "See?" You turn on them, arms crossed over your chest as you stare them both down. "It's not that hard. Just shut the damn door when you come over, uninvited, I might add."

"What have you been keeping from us?" Taehyung ignores your rant, eyes sparking as he glares at you. "You've been acting really weird lately."

Uh oh.

Suddenly, your breath is caught in your throat, and you have to force your features to remain impassive, as you lean back against the now closed door and try-desperately-not to give anything away.

"What are you talking about?" You snap back, heart now thudding against the walls of your ribcage. You remind yourself to swallow. "Nothing's weird."

"Yeah. It is." Jungkook points out, doe eyes giving nothing away. "Both Tae and I have caught you writing-which isn't odd in and of itself-but usually you're more than thrilled to share your newest stories with us."

"Even if we'd rather not listen to you go on and on." Taehyung adds, making you glare in his direction.

"Maybe I just have a story that I don't want to share with the two of you, has that ever crossed your mind?" You exclaim, throwing your hands up, as you move to cross the room once more, slouching back down onto the couch, as you reach for your phone.

Maybe if you ignore them, they'll let it drop and just go away.

"No. No way." Taehyung leaps across the room-long legs carrying him toward you in one effortless bound-and tackles you to the couch, wrists pinned, his body weight holding you down. "You can't just ignore us and think we'll go away."

Dammit.

"Seriously?!" You shriek out, trying to wiggle out from under the much larger man. You're trying not to focus on how good his body weight feels dwarfing your own. "Let me go, Kim Taehyung!"

"Not until you tell us what you've been writing in secret!" Taehyung exclaims back, slightly breathless, struggling to keep your wiggling body from falling off the couch and consequently, him from falling on top of you.

"You always tell us everything." Jungkook says, and his voice sounds slightly hurt, making you pause in your struggle against Taehyung to glance at him in surprise. He bites his lip, scuffing the carpet beneath the toe of his sneaker, avoiding your gaze. "You always have."

Dammit, Dammit, Dammit.

You should have known that you could resist Taehyung all you wanted-the two of you were too much alike, always butting heads-but when it came to Jungkook, and those large doe eyes, and that soft, sad voice-

Dammit.

"Okay. Fine." You cry out, and give up struggling as you sink further into the couch, letting out a sigh of defeat. "You win."

Taehyung glances down at you in surprise, but the emotion doesn't last long, as a smirk drifts across his stupidly handsome face. "You'll tell us?"

"If you get off of me." You growl between clenched teeth, but not because you're angry, more so because you're suddenly embarrassed at how your traitorous body is reacting to being held down by Taehyung's.

Taehyung acquiesces and climbs off to sit on the couch beside you, as Jungkook crosses the room on silent feet and sinks down on your other side, still refusing to look at you.

You catch your breath-your cheeks are hot and your heart is still pounding uncontrollably-and fiddle with the threads on your jeans, staring hard at the floor.

You swallow hard, and their combined body heat on either side of you, feels suffocating.

"I've been working on something. Just to blow off some steam." You start, and you feel like you're going to throw up, because dammit, if telling your friends you write steamy fanfiction about them isn't going to drive them away forever, then nothing will.

But you can't avoid it-or your feelings-any longer. This is the end of the road. One way or another.

"I-" You hesitate, because losing their friendship is going to hurt like a bitch, but they deserve to know the truth, all of it, and you're going to lose them on this path anyway, because stifling yourself is slowly killing you, all of you.

You swallow again, and Jungkook's hand covers your own where it still fiddles in your lap.

You don't know if that makes you feel better or worse.

"Is it embarrassing?" He asks softly, and you glance at him-the dark doe eyes, the long eyelashes, the absolutely perfect, beautiful features-and your heart thuds painfully in your chest. "We won't judge you."

"I will." Taehyung supplies, and though his tone is teasing, and he shoots you half a grin when you move your gaze to him, you can tell that even he doesn't know if he's all the way joking.

And that's what you're afraid of.

"Okay, listen." You hedge, before standing from the couch, and waving a hand between the two of them. "Just wait here a second, okay?"

At their nods, you head down the dark hallway to your room, retrieving your computer from your desk, the bright screen lighting the way back, as you try to avoid scanning the words you already know by heart that blacken the page.

"Here." You hand the computer to Jungkook. "It's just easier if you read it for yourselves."

Taehyung leans over, resting his chin on Jungkook's shoulder, so they can both share the screen.

Jungkook looks up at you questioningly.

"I'll be in my room." You don't look at them, backing toward the hallway once more. "You can come talk to me after. Or if you totally hate my guts-which I won't blame you-you can leave, just please, shut the door when you do."

And with that, you leave them alone with your computer and your work-the raw, honest work that's totally going to destroy any friendship you all ever had.

****

The sound of a soft knock at bedroom door about an hour later has you jumping in your skin and looking up with surprise from your phone, which you had been desperately trying to use as a distraction.

You had been sure they had just left, never to be seen again, and you had been forcing yourself to come to terms with it all.

So when the door opens and Taehyung and Jungkook both fill the frame, hesitating in the entrance of your threshold, you have to reprogram your brain.

"Hey." You say quietly, not really sure what to do with yourself, as you sit up on your bed, and cross your legs. "You could have just come in, you know." You try to offer them a smile, but it feels strained.

"I dunno. I'm pretty sure you told me to knock." Taehyung shrugs, offering you a small smile in return, not his usual cocky, brash, flirty self.

You bite your lip, because they're quiet, and you're not sure what you should say.

"So."

You glance up as Taehyung speaks again, setting your now closed computer on your desk, as he casually runs a long finger along the edges of the cups of pencils and pens that line the work space.

"You like Jungkook."

It is a statement-a fact-not a question.

You swallow and force yourself to respond. "Yes."

Jungkook steps up beside the older boy-large eyes unreadable-as they exchange a silent glance, standing beside each other in the doorway. "And you like Taehyung."

You're not sure where this is going, but you reply anyway. "Yes."

Taehyung flicks his gaze to yours, and the dark brown of his irises is almost swallowed up in the black of his pupils, blown in the dim light from your lamp. "And you think we like each other."

You snort, you can't help it, and roll your eyes, scoffing lightly, "C'mon. Please. We've been friends for how long? I know you like each other. It's obvious."

"How?" Taehyung asks seriously, catching you off guard.

"Wh-what?" You stutter out, not really sure what he's asking, his handsome features unreadable, not giving you any clues to the context of his question.

"How do you know we like each other?" Taehyung queries, eyes never leaving your own.

"I-" You stop yourself, thinking back over the years. "I dunno." You shrug, cheeks suddenly hot, and bite your lip, glancing down at the comforter beneath your crossed legs. "I can tell by the way you look at each other, by the way you act around one another, by the little touches and words you exchange when you think no one is looking."

"I'm pretty sure she just called us obvious, hyung." Jungkook laughs, and the sound is light and not at all strained, forcing you to look up at his bright eyes in surprise, mouth agape.

"Pretty sure." Taehyung nods, full lips still pulled into a firm, unreadable line. "However. What I don't understand, is this. And maybe you could clear this up for me."

You remind yourself to shut your mouth, as Taehyung comes toward you, and before you can react, grips your chin in long, cool fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

You swallow hard once again, berating yourself for being incapable of doing anything else when he's so close.

"How can someone, who reads us both so easily, miss every single one of those same signs when they're directed at her?" Taehyung's voice is low and serious, and you feel like you're going to drown in the intensity of his eyes, locked on your own.

You remind yourself to breathe, but all you can get past your lips in response to his question is a weak and breathy, "What are you talking about?"

"He's talking about all the times we've looked at you like you put the stars in the sky. Or the times when we've made total fools of ourselves because we can't seem to think or act correctly when we're in your presence." Jungkook steps up beside Taehyung-whose fingers are still firmly holding your chin-and his Bambi eyes are warm, but no less intense than the older man's as they focus on your face. "He's talking about all the touches and words that are meant only for you and no one else."

Taehyung's fingers release you and trail down the line of your jaw, splayed against the base of your throat, where you're sure he can feel your pulse going crazy at his touch. "You didn't think I kept calling you baby, just because you hated it, did you?"

You can't even form the coherent thought to be embarrassed, as you stare at the two of them, mouth open once more, as if you can't find the words to speak, let alone form what you're thinking.

So you settle on the only thing you can think of.

"I don't actually hate it."

Taehyung's lips quirk at your words, making your heart stutter to a stop in your chest, and his fingertips dig into the skin at the base of your neck, almost reflexively, and when he speaks, his voice is a low purr, just like you've always imagined and written about.

"I know, baby."

He reaches out with his free hand for Jungkook's, guiding the younger man's fingers to the base of your throat, resting on his own, your skin beneath their shared hold.

"Feel that?" Taehyung asks the other man, tongue darting out to wet his lips, and you know, he's talking about how fast your pulse is racing beneath their hands. His words trail off into a growl. "That's driving me crazy."

"Mmm." Jungkook hums in agreement, stepping up behind Taehyung, his free arm snaking around the older man's waist, as he presses a kiss to the juncture of Taehyung's throat, and when he speaks again, his words are close to a groan. "Your pulse is just as fast, hyung."

You can't breathe, and it's not the first, or last time, tonight.

Taehyung and Jungkook stare you down with half lidded eyes, and a dangerous smirk crosses the elder's lips as he steps toward you, pulling Jungkook with him.

"Now. You wrote about some pretty crazy things in that story, baby. What do you saw we all try some of them out?"